"It's for a skin condition…" Agent McGee, "Iced"
Abby stared at the growing horror before her. A feather drifted to the floor.
"I am so sorry, McGee." She bit her lips to keep her expression appropriately concerned, and bent to examine it closer. "Do you think you'd better go see a doctor, or something?"
"Yes, I'd better go see a doctor. Will you hand me my shirt?"
"I had no idea…" Abby tossed him his turtleneck, turned away so he wouldn't see her face reddening with suppressed laughter. "I didn't know anyone could be allergic to honey dust."