[ Qubit takes slightly longer to finish getting dressed, so by the time Peter's waving him to the exit he's still trying to towel off his hair. (His poor, messy, soggy, drooping hair. Alas.) ]

Hold your horses. Are you sure that's the way we came in? [ He thumbs over his shoulder at the other door. There are two exits, remember. ] This is a decontamination shower, Peter. If we go the wrong way, we could be walking straight into an exclusion zone.

[ He tosses the towel aside and holds up his communicator instead, calming a bit. ] Let's at least try to call first.