"Here are my thoughts, I want to run them by you."

The old man is back, his face is serious, but he doesn't look that anxious.

"I have a geiger counter that goes click... click... click... I also have
\ a uranium sample that makes the counter go clickety-click. I conclude that
\ the counter works."

I nod.

"A geiger counter indicates presence of ionizing radiation -- that's the bad
\ stuff you want to avoid. It doesn't show high levels at the surface, so
\ I think we're safe for now."

I nod.

"However we should be careful. I have no idea how good the air filters are,
\ we just have to hope they are up to task if the task appears. The water comes
\ from the ground, we have to check it often. Now, the food..."

He's visibly worried.

"Mostly I hunt, we'll have to check the meat as well. I mean, what are we
\ gonna do if the whole place gets irradiated? We don't have supplies for years
\ and years. We don't even have means to make extensive supplies."

I have a different line of thought. I clack my horseshoe to get his attention.

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"Maybe, maybe not. We can't just ignore the risk."

Hoofwriting is exhausting, I can't spend too much time explaining.

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