Qubit puts up a hand to ward him off. "Hey, hey! Calm down."
He takes half a second to size the kid up - looks human, young (but McFly young, not Max young), in good shape - decides he could restrain him if he has to, probably, but he'd rather not. But if he's set up shop in this obvious lab area, he should be able to listen to reason. Hopefully.
"Unless you're immune to all possible mycotoxins, I can't let you through here," he explains firmly. "I've run some scans, and I don't like what I'm seeing. Definitely psychoactive, could be parasitic, and in any case, bad news against unprotected skin. Do you understand?"
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He takes half a second to size the kid up - looks human, young (but McFly young, not Max young), in good shape - decides he could restrain him if he has to, probably, but he'd rather not. But if he's set up shop in this obvious lab area, he should be able to listen to reason. Hopefully.
"Unless you're immune to all possible mycotoxins, I can't let you through here," he explains firmly. "I've run some scans, and I don't like what I'm seeing. Definitely psychoactive, could be parasitic, and in any case, bad news against unprotected skin. Do you understand?"