The galactics aboard the station were freaking out. The human was coughing, a lot, and wore a mask to cover their face. When asked what was wrong, they simply said "It's just a cold. I'm wearing this for your protection." Unfortunately, the medics were... overreacting a bit. -- Fighting Fit
It was a small station in the middle of nowhere, relatively speaking. There was only one Human on board as part of the regular staff. Most of life on the station was routine and the crew of OneHorse Station had become accustomed to Human Mak's odd little ways.
Well. Most of them.
This particular local morning[1] had Human Mak wearing a covering over the lower half of hir face. Ze was repeatedly making an odd barking sound and imbibing more fluids than usual.
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