Would an isolated village like this one have knowledge over things like hazmat suits?

It didn´t matter, because the man in a hazmat suit was fully clad in one regardless of whatever time period the little bud of civilization had found itself stuck in. The young girl´s accusations came as a shock to him, causing him to plod over a little to her with a rhythmical and rubbery fervor.

"I-"

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"Wouldn´t dare contaminate myself with such-"

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"Germs and bacteria from this village. I came here to do research, and-"

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"-must keep my delicate immune system from being compromised."

The man spoke in between heavy breaths of air filtered through his mask. Even turning around and taking a couple of steps was enough to wear him out. He steadied his breathing and resumed speaking, ending with a large and hearty gulp of air.

"You on the other hand... cameras? Goggles? A school of several dozen fish inconspicuously floating throughout your personal space? It seems like witchcraft to me. And as my grandpappy always said, the only thing worse than a werewolf is a werewolf who´s also an anime girl who´s also a witch, yeah... SNZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"