Ansel gave him a look that said
simply, because I’m the scientist. At the eager expression
on Rion’s face, he sighed. “You don’t realize the nature of this
thing we’re dealing with. It’s a gamete, a spore that gets in your
blood and replicates until it clogs your veins. It’s a living
organism, gentlemen. It’s almost like the reproductive part of a
plant.”
“Like pollen?” Paol
asked.
The glare Ansel threw him was deadly.
“No, not like pollen.You don’t die with a hemorrhagic fever
from pollen.”
“If you’re allergic…”
Jareth started, but Ansel glanced at him and he shut up
quickly.
“So you’re saying you
didn’t get a sample of the pond scum,” Rion asked, just to clarify
things.
Ansel took the specimens from Paol’s
arms and set them on the workbench along with the others. “I didn’t
feel it was necessary. If I exhaust all other life then maybe,
maybe,I’ll take a closer look at it. We’ve got some on
board the ship already, thanks to our fearless soldier boy here