More survivalists, police and military training materials (some of these note that calling someone a mad scientist can be undesirably escalatory, though it is ironic how they then set out to prove it true), forum threads full of unworkable and/or joke ideas, coverage of some legal cases…

Okay, she's not sure what she expected there. Like, it could have been worse, but still not overly helpful.

Hmm. Specific questions get more specific answers. "Magical mineral safety precautions"?  (ie, now that Mineral Guy and his collection is gone, does she still have to worry? )

Advice on what kind of minerals are bad for you and you should definitely handle them with care or not at all, regardless of purported healing and spiritual properties! Some are skeptical concerned geologists, some are pastel clouds and sparkles.

An article about a superhero that got her powers from a ritual involving the precise arrangement of stone cylinders in a diagram, which came to her in a dream. Attempts to replicate the ritual have failed spectacularly.

Yeah, that super was probably just latent (and self justifying.)

"Safety for non-mad scientists dealing with mad science"?

There is, of course, lots of instruction to immediately call your local emergency services and let the first responders deal with it. Some of the further information makes it pretty clear that the leftover dust should have been cleaned out of the affected apartments, per health and safety standards such-and-such, and she should probably call the following office and they will arrange cleanup and further evaluation.

A few pages try to lay out guidelines about actually (not) touching the stuff, and provide classifications and evaluation heuristics, but they all caution that any given situation or artifact may be completely unpredictable. One of the more well-organized sites also mentions the authors will take inquiries.

There are some articles about what it's like to be employed by a mad scientist, either memoirs of those who did and survived or cautions aimed at the desperate jobseeker. (It's often insisted that “mad scientist” is a misleading misnomer, but nobody can agree on what term, euphemism, or finer classification should be used instead.)

Ah. Okay. So cleaning should have happened. And didn't. (Her estimation of the Landlord That Actually Does Things has gone way down.)

AAAAAARRGGHHH.

Okay, she'll call the number for remediation. Let them sort it out. (And restrain herself from panic-vacuuming, because that will probably make things worse.)

“Office of Metamatters; may I have your name, please?”

"Louie Manfredi. There's been an issue with some-- unusual mineral dust that's not been remediated."

They take the address and confirm that this is not an emergency, then ask for more details.

"Stimulant effects. Also, humming, but that might be a different rock."

Keyboard noises. “All right, and where are you seeing the dust?”

"It's not really visible as such, but it's definitely around." She gestures around the room, and then remembers she's on the phone and the other peson can't see that. "Near the vents. The effects are pretty hard to miss."

"This is an apartment building, I see — you are a tenant?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

“All right, we'll send someone to check it out — will you be available to get access to the apartment in the next hour?”

Like she's going to leave and delay this getting dealt with. Hahaha no. "Yep, I'll be here."

“Please do leave the area if you notice any effects at all —” She is interrupted by a faintly audible notification bleep.

“— more than you said, but you won't have to wait long because it looks like we'll be sending over Flashlight, from the Aetherians, right away to take a look, all right?”

"No worries, thank you so much for your help." Hooray, help is on the way! Presumably competent help! (She's not an expert, but this seems like something close to Flashlight's wheelhouse? And she'll take 'close to' today, thank you very much.)

“It's what we're here for. Now in the meantime can you tell us…” a bunch of questions about how she knows it's mineral dust and what happened before and so on.

Brief recap of the situation! ...where she focuses less on the 'things got weird and I googled it', and much more on the 'and the Landlord looked at the situation, and lo, there were freaky rocks.'

They don't seem to care for ‘brief’ and have more questions.

Shortly after the conversation actually ends, there's a knock on her door. (Apparently they didn't have to call her from the lobby to enter the building.)

Guess Flashlight has an.. all access pass. Or lock picking abilities. Or something.

She answers the door. "Hello, are you here about the dust?"

The chipper superhero on the other side of the door says, “Yep! You're Louie Manfredi?”

Up close, his costume's pattern of cartoon flashlight-beam cones overlapping to form a variety of colors is a lot more rainbow than it ever looks at a distance or on TV. Perhaps it's a well-engineered compromise between striking looks and camouflage.

Yep, that's very rainbow. It's almost like a dazzle pattern-- which probably isn't too bad of an idea.

Anyway, fake-chipper interacting with people smile on! No need to make this more awkward, or look grumpy or suspicious or whatever. "That's me." She opens the door further and waves him.

He steps into the apartment in a professionally confident manner and glances around while pulling a few gadgets, some even flashlight-shaped, from his utility belt.

“Could you point out where you saw a lot of it?”