Hope: "A long time ago. Yes, this would be my lovely summer house." She walked in, saw no one was inside, and pulled out the case. It was a hard shell case, black with silver clasps, and was half the size of Hope herself. She set it down and opened it up. The first thing she pulled out was something that looked like a cross between Stark Tech and a tablet. "This is a very basic gamma reader, it can only find gamma radiation signatures in an area about the size of this camp." She turned it on and it came to life with a map of the camp. There were a bunch of colors on it. "Blue is lower than normal, green is normal, so if the camp is mostly green, that's a good thing. Yellow is a little above normal, it can't yet harm anyone but it's best to keep an eye on it. Orange is higher than yellow, at that point it's still low levels but it can be harmful now, darker you go more there is and therefor more harmful. Red orange is when it becomes deadly, and if it's red, you're probably going to die." She looked at the cabin they were in, which was green except for one blinking red dot. "Ignore that blinking red dot, that's me. You can play with that for a minute and look around, it's touch screen so you can use your fingers to move it, zoom in and out. Zoom the same way you do with all touch screens." She pulled out a microscope, a couple slides and a little knife. "My dad absorbed so much gamma radiation when he became the Hulk, he should have died. I was born with a lot of gamma radiation in me myself, though less than dad, because of genetics. Our main theory is that I can control the Hulk and I still keep my mind because I have less gamma in me and it's natural, and the transformation is uncontrolled and more painful for Dad and he loses himself because his body is still fighting the gamma. I have 50% gamma radiation in my blood, that's 1 of every 2 cells with gamma. 50% is my normal state, so we can usually tell if there's a problem with me if there's significantly more or less." If he was looking at her arms, he would be able to see small cut marks. "Every morning I take a blood sample. I haven't done it today yet, give me a sec. Dad's working on a little meter kind of like what diabetics use, but it's not ready yet, so I have to do this the old fashioned way." She pricked herself and drew a little blood, wincing, dropped it on a slide, looked at it under the microscope, then pulled out a small gadget. "This tests percentage. It looks good, but I should still check." She looked at it. "Perfect, 50%." She cleaned the gadget and put it away. "Want to look at the blood sample before I get rid of it?"
OOC: Wow this is long, sorry.