You mull it over for a while. Thinking about this is better than the OTHER thing you could think on. You briefly humor going to LOST AND FOUND or HR but the last thing you wanna do is deal with HR. LOST AND FOUND can always be done when you sneak out during curfew.

Ashton's chill, she'll probably let you get away with it again.

No, you need to worry about your health. The slop is helping your body out-
>PHYSICAL HEALTH raised! Now at DOING GOOD
-but you don't want to get infested by some weird anomalous gunk while on the clock. You saw what a lack of PPE did to Lucy and, god bless her, you don't wanna fuckin melt.

You're going to the MEDBAY first. Should be quick and easy, you're just going to ask for some PPE.

You slide your hands into your pockets. Best to get moving. You can already hear footsteps from people leaving the cafeteria.
The MEDBAY wasn't that far away from the CAFETERIA, thankfully. You're easily able to dip into it before anyone from the CAFETERIA could see you.

Before you can even process what the medbay looks like, a fetid stench hits you right in the nose. It's a horrific mixture of burnt meat, bleach and a sour blend of alcohol and vomit. It nearly forces you to upchuck the meal you just had.

"No, no, do that shit outside!" One of the three nurses yells at you before turning his attention back to his patient.
You mutter out an apology before looking around to see the state of the medbay. The first thing you notice is that it's SMALL. REALLY small. You'd guess it's only a bit bigger than the breakroom back in your own office.

The shelves scattered about the room are nearly out of supplies by the look of it. All sixteen of the cots, eight on either side of the room, are filled with patients that are horribly disfigured or maimed by whatever they were working on.
Fleshy growths, broken limbs, dry peeling skin that almost looks like scales, missing extremities, you name it!

The three nurses are trying their best to use what limited supplies they have to help their patients. They're decked in heavy hazmat suits to prevent any exposure to any anomalous diseases the patients might have.
How the hell do they have hazmat suits but nothing to treat the patients with here?

Your eyes are drawn to a box in the back. It's overflowing with face shields, gowns, respirators and all manners of PPE you'd see at a hospital. Admittedly, it looks like super shoddy quality PPE but they seem to have an excess of it.

"Hey. Can I borrow some of that?" You point towards the box filled to the brim with PPE. One of the nurses stops mid-inspection of a patient, ready to chew you out. They stop when they actually process your request.

"Oh thank god, someone who isn't sick. Yeah, yeah, take it. Some asshole from Layer 3 thought it'd be funny to ship over only PPE."
"Get some and get out." They turn their attention back to their patient. You're not going to overstay your welcome. You move to collect enough PPE for about five to six people. Lucky!