He doesn't answer her question, though the quivering of his shell slowly ebbs as the hands fail to find a way through. He scans Adia again, glancing up at the door twice. He can read the signs of extreme stress... of pain? Why is she in pain? Is her head hurting?

He can't heal her. He can't help. He has to find a way out...

The lit panel catches both of their attentions. The Ghost flies over towards it, trying to scan the syringes inside. They're large, the needles already attached, sharp and heavy.

Find its cure...

He turns at Adia's gasp, looking down and around as he finally takes in what's grown in the black slime around them. He snaps on his flashlight, panning it over the room and the viscous growth that oozes over everything.

"It makes no sense," he whispers, unsettled and afraid. Less for himself this time. The unknown contaminant is unlikely to be a threat to a Ghost. This one glances back at Adia and then sweeps his light down to highlight a clear spot on the floor nearby, guiding her to a safe vantage point. He's murmuring very quietly, so soft he might only be talking to himself. Something about aggressive phenotypical adaptation and lateral gene acquisition...