Funny story about that summer:
I was in a clean room and we were inspected a super draco rocket engine after the Dragon 2 pad abort test. The engines come in an assembly called a jetpack (for obvious reasons - see below) and we had one of them out on our work bench. The unit had already been scrubbed of propellants but we had this thing called a draeger next to it on the table just in case. Draegers look and act like geiger counters - they beep when they detect toxic propellants.
So we're working on it on the bench and I walked away to retrieve some tools and in the background I can hear this klaxon going off like it's a red alert. I assumed it was someone's ring tone going off but grew concerned as the technicians I had been working with began running for the exits. One of them grabbed me by the bunny suit and practically dragged me out of the room exclaiming,
The draeger's gone off!
So we enter the vestibule and begin stripping out of our bunny suits when in walks the lead technician at a slow pace. He pulls down his beard cover and begins to absolutely destroy the technicians. He screamed that they could have tripped and hurt themselves or tripped and damaged one of the Dragons being worked on in the clean room.
But the alarm went off - we had to escape the poison, the technicians protested.
The lead explained to them that the draegers were keyed to detect concentrations in the parts per billion - completely harmless but requiring attention. If the levels of toxins had actually been dangerous, running would not have saved them, they would have died where they stood.