"Oh it's not gonna hurt you," he said. "Not as in actually hurt. But you were puking that one time from smells from Ryouma's jutsu, so if smells bug you, then you could, you know, wear the mask until I give you something specific to try. Like keeping one eye shut when you walk from a dark place into a light one 'cause you expect to go back into the dark and don't want to lose your night vision?" Genma gave her a hopeful look. She definitely looked like she wanted out of this. Probably the claustrophobic little room they were in didn't help much.

"Here, look, I'll just grab one and bring it, so if you think you need it, it's there." Speaking of which, he wondered if he ought to grab a waste basket in case she got sick again. Although that was from putrefaction smell, not chemical smell, right? And the smells in the lab were mostly chemical. A sort of sharp melange that was just a little dangerous and quite exhilarating. "Okay?" He pushed the door open, revealing a large, brightly-lit room filled with long tables. Glassworks for various experiments were set up here and there, and there were shelves of carefully labeled bottles and jars and boxes along each wall.

"My station's over there, next to the window." A window that faced out onto the hallway separating the poison lab from the infirmary. Genma's station being immediately next to that window was by demand from the infirmary staff, after one too many accidents involving his attempts to develop various immunities. Tsume didn't need to know that, he decided.