"Oh, shit, you're right," Malos says, mildly annoyed he hadn't thought about the dust. "No dust... Nothing to generate dust?" He tests that out on his tongue, but he's still scowling. "I know a lot of spooky shit happens on this Ship, but I was joking about them up and vanishing. What, they put the towel down and then stop existing?"

He doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all. Humans don't do that, and blades don't bleed. Maybe those plants... but even plants generate dead cells, don't they?

"I guess even a corpse might stop smelling by now," he muses, but he's not seeing a corpse... in this room, anyway.

He follows Eula to the door. "You first. I'll cover you."