"I... don't think... I..."
"Almost... there..." The blonde woman heard the young man thud against the grated metal floor as he (she hoped) fell unconscious. She wasn't experienced with filtration systems. Give her a rifle, she could disassemble and reassemble it in record time. This, though? A little more complicated. Nevertheless, she doubted the gas was going to be all that benevolent, given that it was all sinister-looking and sickly green in color. Finally, she allowed herself to breathe a bit more when she heard the ventilation kick on once again, that misty emerald smoke being pulled back up into it.