Charlie flinched at the words. “Just how … damaging are we talking? I’m not going to dissolve into goo or some crap like that am I?”
“No, no! You should be okay.” Sandra shook her head as she spoke, but her response was just a little too quick for Charlie’s taste.
“Should? That’s not real reassuring,” he said with a grimace.
“It’s been tested on more than half a dozen trips before, and—” she started quickly.
“Tested on who, or what?” he broke in, eyes narrowed.
“Well, we don’t have all the data, but it didn’t look like it had quite reached human trails—”
“Wonderful,” he cut her off again, hoping against hope that the faint warm tingling he felt over his whole body was just his imagination.