Against a wall was a bloated, disfigured hyperbaric chamber that had been new yesterday. “How many of those are you going to go through?” Belisarius asked. “One?” she said hopefully, kneading a piece of putty, testing its consistency. Her comment sounded a bit insincere. Nearby lay two other hyperbaric chambers with exploded sides. They had been new two days ago. That had apparently been a productive day.
