"And so you guys loaded up on as much as you can, and then the puking and the fatigue started a few hours later. Am I on the right track?"

It's the skin that draws his attention more than anything else. He remembers, a few months before Bar swapped his world out - the president of Ukraine had a nasty case of dioxin poisoning during the primaries. Poor son of a bitch's skin looked almost just like this.

He lays the back of his hand on her forehead - it's a fever of respectable severity, but it could be a whole lot worse.

"Ordinarily, I'd say it was rads. But that don't account for why her skin's the way it is. How'd the water taste? -make a fist for me, hard as you can." He takes his index and middle fingers and starts searching for a good vein along the length of her arm.