Carry your tombstone like a backpack

Ekaterina Dmitrievna Kalinina

"Adult, no, some kind of animal carrier and a vet, though, yes." Quickly, she went through a mental list of all of the possible diseases that she might have passed along to the kitten. It was long. It also included that still mysterious magical flu from the previous summer. There was only a one in a hundred chance or so that she had given it that one but it was important to remember that this was also Manta Carlos Island. Stuff like that tended to happen anyways, regardless of odds.

"There's a kitten in here and I'm trying to figure out what it won from my power's disease lottery."

Ekaterina Dmitrievna Kalinina

As the kitten made quiet sounds from under the bucket, Ekaterina thought quickly. "About seven or so different strains of rabies actually," she answered after a moment. "To be completely honest, I'm more worried about the magical flu that was going around last summer than normal rabies."

She lifted the bucket up briefly to let some air in before clamping it back down. "If you could get the other kittens out of the hallway, that would probably be good." Meanwhile, she should really look for some kind of lid or somehing.

Ekaterina Dmitrievna Kalinina

The idea crossed Ekaterina's mind that she should maybe just scoop up the kitten and keep a good hold on it until she could figure out what to do with it. But then she would have to deal with this wiggling, squirming thing and the risk just wasn't worth it. To be perfectly honest, the best thing to have done at that point was to just kill it. A kitten was a kitten, however, and to a lot of people, there was nothing more evil than doing that. Ekaterina wasn't necessarily in that group but she was leaning towards it.

"Magic is very useful in that way," she said, quickly flipping the bucket so that it was upright, with the kitten still inside of it. It let out a distressed mew at the change. The woman found a rag and tied it over the top.

"No, that was exactly it. If you were away during that time, I truly envy you." For somebody who never felt sick in her entire life, that one month had been a seriously trying time. "How does the hall look out there?"

Ekaterina Dmitrievna Kalinina

"Okay, that's good at least," she started, before actually processing what he had said. "Wait, what?" The mental image of the other doctor with kittens stuffed inside his shirt seemed ludicrously at odds with how he presented himself.

Ekaterina shook her head. Stranger things, stranger things. But at least she was fairly reassured that the situation on the outside was controlled, however oddly. With one arm wrapped around the bucket, she used her free hand to open the door.

"This bucket was the best that I could find," she said, before pausing to stare at the man for a moment. Stranger things, Katya. "In any case, I am really only familiar with one other doctor here and I'm fairly certain that he does not own pets."

Ekaterina Dmitrievna Kalinina

"I think one of my colleagues is working on a project right now," Ekaterina said, remember that one doctor who had been in the lab when she had left. "He hates it when other people disturb him while he's working, even when all we're doing is sitting quietly with our own work. Best not to go back there, then."

"There's a lab at the other end of the building that I worked in during the outbreak last summer, though. I don't think anybody's assigned to there and it has all of the necessary equipment there."