Ray, for his part, didn't even consider bringing his equipment - PKE meter or otherwise. He was acting out of concern for a friend, and friends didn't usually need his gadgets, just him. He even left his journal on the workbench, heading straight from the basement up to the lobby and over to the elevator.
On the way up, it occurred to him that he could've at least tugged off his coveralls - so he unzipped them and shrugged out of the upper half, tying the arms around his waist. Sure, the t-shirt underneath wasn't the cleanest it'd ever been, but. It was at least a little more comfortable, and he didn't completely feel like he was going straight from a battlefield to check up on a friend. Once the elevator shuffled him off on the top floor, Ray mounted the stairs to the roof, running it all over in his head. If it barely even made sense to him, how the heck was he going to bridge it to Danny? The kid hadn't even sounded like anything was wrong, after all.
Maybe he'd made a -- no. He was almost a hundred percent sure there was no mistake, and something funky was going on here. Almost. Maybe as much as 96%. Egon had always been the statistical one ... but no matter what the numbers added up to, he'd have to find some way to get his point across. Breathing in slowly, he pulled open the roof access door and stepped out into the open air.
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On the way up, it occurred to him that he could've at least tugged off his coveralls - so he unzipped them and shrugged out of the upper half, tying the arms around his waist. Sure, the t-shirt underneath wasn't the cleanest it'd ever been, but. It was at least a little more comfortable, and he didn't completely feel like he was going straight from a battlefield to check up on a friend. Once the elevator shuffled him off on the top floor, Ray mounted the stairs to the roof, running it all over in his head. If it barely even made sense to him, how the heck was he going to bridge it to Danny? The kid hadn't even sounded like anything was wrong, after all.
Maybe he'd made a -- no. He was almost a hundred percent sure there was no mistake, and something funky was going on here. Almost. Maybe as much as 96%. Egon had always been the statistical one ... but no matter what the numbers added up to, he'd have to find some way to get his point across. Breathing in slowly, he pulled open the roof access door and stepped out into the open air.