[ Cisco feels a twinge of guilt at that, because he's pretty sure that from a medical standpoint (as far as he knows anyway) the gloves are probably not necessary. But there's no good way to say "not you guys, but I should wear some" without coming up with some bullshit lie that Beverly will probably see through in an instant. So he bites his bottom lip, hopes that that feeling of guilt and self-consciousness just comes across as nervousness, and he takes the gloves from the medic, pulling them on and heading inside.
They head inside, and Cisco pulls a flashlight from his vest, flicking it on and looking around the entryway. There's not much there: dust particles getting caught in stray beams of light, a few crates full of old papers and x-rays, and in the back of the room, a staircase leading up. Cisco moves over to it, looking over his shoulder to check that Beverly is following him as they go up to the main room. ]
This is it.
[ It looks just as Cisco had remembered it: one big room, with various old pieces of high-tech looking equipment, and rows of chairs that look like they would belong in a dentist's office. The thick layer of dust on the floor has been disturbed by two sets of footprints - Cisco's and Rey's. From the sight of it, there's really no indication that this was a place that had been involved in the outbreak of plague. Cisco clears his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. ]
It doesn't look like much...
[ He realizes right then that he should have come up with some sort of lie, some reason he could give Beverly that he'd known this place was a makeshift hospital. He'd been too specific, in his descriptions to her of how this place was used, and now there's here and there is no real evidence around to justify him knowing all that. ]
no subject
[ Cisco feels a twinge of guilt at that, because he's pretty sure that from a medical standpoint (as far as he knows anyway) the gloves are probably not necessary. But there's no good way to say "not you guys, but I should wear some" without coming up with some bullshit lie that Beverly will probably see through in an instant. So he bites his bottom lip, hopes that that feeling of guilt and self-consciousness just comes across as nervousness, and he takes the gloves from the medic, pulling them on and heading inside.
They head inside, and Cisco pulls a flashlight from his vest, flicking it on and looking around the entryway. There's not much there: dust particles getting caught in stray beams of light, a few crates full of old papers and x-rays, and in the back of the room, a staircase leading up. Cisco moves over to it, looking over his shoulder to check that Beverly is following him as they go up to the main room. ]
This is it.
[ It looks just as Cisco had remembered it: one big room, with various old pieces of high-tech looking equipment, and rows of chairs that look like they would belong in a dentist's office. The thick layer of dust on the floor has been disturbed by two sets of footprints - Cisco's and Rey's. From the sight of it, there's really no indication that this was a place that had been involved in the outbreak of plague. Cisco clears his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. ]
It doesn't look like much...
[ He realizes right then that he should have come up with some sort of lie, some reason he could give Beverly that he'd known this place was a makeshift hospital. He'd been too specific, in his descriptions to her of how this place was used, and now there's here and there is no real evidence around to justify him knowing all that. ]