[And so they do. Christopher quickly slams the door shut behind them, but when he exhales, he doesn't cough. He breathes normally, knowing that his lungs can recover from as slight a pain as this. He is made stronger than this.

Christopher grins and gives a triumphant bow.] Now, now, hold back your applause: this is no time to say how very impressed you are by me. We have to return to the living quarters posthaste.