Qubit does the same - fortunately, there's enough of it in serviceable condition to make up the two suits they need right now. He shrugs off his overcoat and starts suiting up. (It might be worth noting that like... his entire outfit is green? Every article of clothing on him is green.)

"Right. If we need anything in the medbay reprogrammed, I'll see to that." He could easily see whatever systems they have down there objecting to a request for industrial fungicide, but he's nothing if not a pro at making computers do what he wants, operational safety be damned.

Somewhere in there, he spares a glance at Peter himself. The kid's handling this remarkably well - stressed, sure, but he listens, and he's willing to act. Good qualities to have in an emergency, and it frees Qubit up to concentrate on his mental checklist.

"We'll need sterile sample containers - should be able to whip that up on site. Decontamination, if we're going in and out - ordinarily I'd just 'port us directly to the existing decon station, but that's out, so we'll have to get creative. I'm assuming we have airtight bulkheads to work with?"

Needless to say, zero judgment on Peter for thinking out loud.