Megan stepped to the rear, allowing the others to go first, this was new, so a chance to learn. Her turn came quickly. The Sergeant was brisk, but thorough.
He handed her a bag and said, “Everything goes in here. Empty your pockets as well please.” At her frown, he went on, “It the rules, Ma’m. Can’t take the chance of anything really flammable on your person. Oxygen is funny if you haven’t worked around it.” He looked at her top. “Ah, is the top nylon or other synthetic?”
“No. Hand woven hemp, actually.” She smiled again, “Everything else is cotton.”
“Good-o. We got a copy of your med clearance, but I still have a couple of questions we ask everyone. Do you have a cold, blocked sinuses or any problem breathing today?”
“No. Feeling fine today.”
“Great, are you pregnant or could you be pregnant?”
“What? What kind of question is that?’