[Author's Note: Ethiopia pictures (cw nasty scarring on one of them); Dallol pictures.]
And so with one thing and another, the investigators meet up in an office to prepare to leave New York.
She's gonna fumble around through her stuff for a thermometer if she can do that without expending very much energy. It's 90 degrees Fahrenheit.
"I guess it probably does get up to ninety in Savannah sometimes. Weird that the biking didn't bother you, though."
"Um, I mean, I was in a mental hospital, I didn't exactly have a chance to run anywhere. So... ten years ago? But."
"Right, but - has there been anything since we got you out? I guess I'm - if some event occurred that caused you not to have asthma anymore, it would be nice if we could narrow down whether it happened recently or whether it happened in 1924 - I guess it might not be possible to tell."
"I don't think I've had to run since then-- I withdrew from my medications and I... got sick..."
"It doesn't make me sweat to bike. All your clothes are drenched and mine are basically dry."
"...So what does this mean? Apart from the revelation that Lev can now engage in physical activity without dying. ...Metaphorically dying."
"I guess it's indicative of - mouth exposure changing people in ways that we wouldn't expect. And that there could be other ways it changes you."
"I wonder if that's it. Since everything we've done doesn't seem to have triggered - whatever this is."
"I don't suppose it's possible to say at least you got a single nice side effect without everything about it suddenly turning out horrible."
...Knock on wood, just in case.