"AAAH!"
Grab Ms. Feyri and Kitten, and then try to drag them out of the burning room. In addition, yell:
"Okay. FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!"
in an attempt to inform people that there is a fire.
Well Kitten comes easily enough, probably because she wants to be out of the room full of burning psychopaths just as much as you, but Feyri stands her ground. And considering she weighs around 300 pounds, that makes getting her to follow you rather difficult.
"Oh well. I suppose I'll go about my business, not bothering you about matters of human experimentation and such. It probably would not have worked anyway. You've been very kind, good sir!"
Dance back to the clubhouse with chemical sprayer. Once there, fill it up with Xeno Spit if possible.
You pour your bottle of xeno spit into the chemical sprayer and seal it up, ready to be used.
((Is Lyra an elf?))
((Of course she's an elf. She's small, looks younger than she actually is, has white hair and eyes and feels uncomfortable in human society. If that's not an elf I don't know what is.))
((to quote Lyra:
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...
...))
((She's not an elf.))
"Hey! I'm not that short!"
((how tall are you?))
((Not that tall. About average for a kid his height.))
(( -.- what height is that?))
"Oh-aw. That's just.."
Feyri made a 
and began to take off (her own) uniform, giving it to Lyra.
"Take mine. Shai, do you know where we can get other uniforms by the way?"
look at the offered uniform for three seconds, then slowly take it and set it on my shoulders, then look down at the rather large amount of fabric trailing down on the floor. ((Lyra is pretty tiny compared to Feyri))
shake my head horzontally twice, then hand the uniform back to Feyri.
"Nah, you keep it. We'll find a use for that later!"
"Perhaps burning a potentially idiosyncratic uniform was a bit of an overkill..."
"Okay, I've set up my rifle. You should all now be able to access the scope's view feed now and if required, fire the weapon remotely via your wrist-pads. If I should attach the turret module, you should be able to aim it as well."
{"Set up your rifle? Charles, you are unauthorized to fire anything from any gun you possess while in this area. Respect the people, please?
"...I didn't know that you could set up your rifle for remote control."}
"Don't worry, I'm not going to fire it at all if possible. I've just set it up now because if we actually end up in a situation where we'll need it, I doubt we'll have enough time to set it up then. Currently, I'll just use the scope to share footage of anything significant.
It never was my rifle anyway, someone left it in the armory with two full magazines and a note giving permission for anyone to take it. I didn't know that it could do that either until I examined it before we went into cryo, whoever made this was probably some sort of barbaric sadist but regardless, they included quite a few features that I can use."
((It isn't in radio color :p))
"Did you check for any identifying insignia? Usually, guns have their mark of who made it, so if its customized then there would at least be a mark."
Feyri turned back to Shai and looked at the color of her pants.
"You don't mind then, if I get something to cover your upper body?" While Shai did look graceful given the way Feyri supposed the higher authorities would look at servants as, she was shocked to see what others had assumed.
Because of the HMRC caste not supporting upper garments.
"So before I ask what time it is, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
Ask.
Ok, is there any reason you're asking her the same thing again? I mean, she just told you why she's not wearing a shirt.
Faith made another sighing sound.
"Our suits are insulated against extreme temperatures. There's nothing to worry about, except that we have another jackass amp user around."
Smother the fire with a comrade who's wearing at least a MKI. Apologize as I do so.
Then go down to the right of the common room and inspect those electronic entertainments.
Xan pokes his head back into the room, and seems genuinely surprised to see the flaming uniform.
Oh. Fire. Isn't that bad for you? We should extinguish that.
With that, he goes forth to not really valiantly fight the fire.
Smother fire with something not me.
Towards you. ??
Faith picks up Xan and stamps out the fire using Xan's feet, slapping his legs wildly on the burning uniform. That done, she heads downstairs and finds a room full of what seem to be arcade machines.
((GWG, just keep the thoughts uncolored and you'll be fine I think.))
((Tiruin, how did Feyri know Lyra's uniform was messed up without knowing that it's on fire? meh, w/e))
((I did? Err..Feyri didn't. She just saw you without a uniform as you gestured to yourself in the MK suit, and..that.))
((I think we miscommunicated somewhere. what I remember doing was:))
Feyri turned to see Lyra when tugged on the elbow.
"Oh hi Lyra, anything you need?"
Make eye contact for two seconds, then look at the flaming uniform for two seconds, then look back at Feyri and make eye contact again, head tilted to my right. look back down after four seconds.
((It doesn't really matter anyway.))
sigh, walk back into the room, and Use microwave amp to return the burning materials/area to room temperature.
It has been handled in a much less dangerous way.
Look for locals training. Try to figure what kind of military training they have.
You don't really see any big groups of guys practicing karate or anything.
You guys can head down stairs any time you want. If you're finished screwing around.
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