[Okay, that works to shoo Robert off at least, though it's not exactly the nicest way to do it.
The scientist scuttles backwards, away from the cloud of dust hanging in the air, and shields his face from it - though it's too late to stop a coat of the stuff from spraying across his lab coat and arms. Luckily his eyes are protected from the dust by his omnipresent glasses, and his reaction time isn't as slow as it used to be, but his sputtering makes it obvious he didn't expect that.
A few moments later, his brain registers that he's covered in dust, and that's enough to trip the little mental switch that says he's filthy and needs to remove it right away. He instantly launches into a tirade of arm-wiping.]
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The scientist scuttles backwards, away from the cloud of dust hanging in the air, and shields his face from it - though it's too late to stop a coat of the stuff from spraying across his lab coat and arms. Luckily his eyes are protected from the dust by his omnipresent glasses, and his reaction time isn't as slow as it used to be, but his sputtering makes it obvious he didn't expect that.
A few moments later, his brain registers that he's covered in dust, and that's enough to trip the little mental switch that says he's filthy and needs to remove it right away. He instantly launches into a tirade of arm-wiping.]