She was starting to run out of words, her eyelids drooping. She just wanted to get her data and go curl up in a corner with it, alone. But she poked herself back to here and now. She still had enough of a ghost of self-preservation to not want everyone she worked with on a daily basis to reject her.

"When was last podpop?" She couldn't remember. "Maybe a nutrient deficiency? Someone coming out who's allergic to us, or vice versa?"