Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190504055450/@comment-36159587-20190506030626

 The gas stopped dispensing after a while, its source still unclear.

 Hitan came back in, the two feathery things from his disks extended again, fanning the gas away from him. He went over to open the windows, though he was still holding his breath. He didn't seem too concerned about the gas, though, apparently having recognized what type it was--which was apparently nonlethal.