25 years ago at oconee, we used to have water at the containment sop. ya doffed yer rubber glove, got a hand 'n face frisk, got a paper cup fulla water 'n drank it. don yer glove 'n go back inside. but that was back when reel men werked nukes, 'n they didn't worry about a random stray ionized atom. 'cause after all, when yinz were setting off shotgun shells inside the hot leg, well everything else sort of took it's proper place in the importance ranks.