[Callous a creature though Scorpius may be, he would not wish heat delirium on any Sebacean, even his worst of enemies. And now, to see this one so close to the brink of the Living Death, he feels...something he cannot qualify. But it is accompanied by urgency enough that in a fraction of the time it would normally take him to fit her with the newly formulated coolant, it is done.
He steps back from the platform to allow her space to breathe, his own exertion evident in the subtly quicker rise and fall of his chest, in his barely parted lips and teeth. ]
Pilot, reduce the temperature of this chamber as low as Moya can withstand.
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He steps back from the platform to allow her space to breathe, his own exertion evident in the subtly quicker rise and fall of his chest, in his barely parted lips and teeth. ]
Pilot, reduce the temperature of this chamber as low as Moya can withstand.