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Rory would be confronted with 'ACCELERATING PROCESS IS NOT RECOMMENDED' accompanied with the options of 'PROCEED' and 'CANCEL', displayed on the, now flickering, screen.
Behind the option box was some warning about 'internal temperatures' which might have seemed a little redundant with what could actually be seen on the magnified images in the background.
The 'fire' was spreading from cell to cell like some sort of biological pathogen... just, in 'flames'.
It surely couldn't be long before the machine might be set aflame if it was truly some sort of microscopic fire.
Several buttons began to flash at once.

"Uh." Tambrey held the extinguisher ready, pointed at the machine, but with the batch still locked inside, she had no idea where to spray it. "What d'we do?!" Was she supposed to.. shove the nozzle inside the machine and just hope the stuff found and put out the fire when sprayed? Or could they get the samples out? It didn't look like Rory had found the right button yet, but maybe he was figuring it out... She wasn't sure they had much time though before the 'fire' or whatever that was, started damaging more than cells.

The machine tried to show Rory and error message; it read 'CRITICAL ERROR; EMERGENCY ABORT INITIATED'. The message was, however, only on-screen for, perhaps, two seconds.
'EMERGENCY ABORT' proved to be the ejection of all six of the, now sparkling, samples to where the machine knew the the 'waste unit' should be connected.
The 'waste unit' was not a part that, for whatever reason, these two humans had decided to connect to the machine. In fact, that particular unit wasn't even in the room; perhaps they hadn't had room?
Either way, it meant that instead, at a relatively high speed, the machine could only 'shoot' the aborted containers out into the room.

"Aaah!" Tambrey, startled, began firing off the extinguisher, aiming at anything that came flying out of the machine or looked to be 'on fire'.
A fine white powder, good only for smothering chemical fires, began to cover whatever she pointed at.

Tambrey let out a short, sharp yelp as she was suddenly pulled down, which led to her falling over and managing to drop the extinguisher on her leg.
"Ow! Wha-" She didn't finish the question that she was about to ask as it was answered by the shattering of the sample container somewhere behind them.
"... Uh. Thanks."
She smiled sheepishly, still laying on the floor, then tried to scoot back in alarm as the machine made one last rumbling noise.
Thankfully the noise only seemed to indicate that the machine was shutting down as it fell quiet a few seconds later.
The dark-haired grunt stayed on the floor and let out a breath of relief.
"Y' okay?" She called.
She thought that she was okay, except for whatever the extinguisher had done to her leg when she'd dropped it; there was probably going to be a horrible bruise there.

"Uh." Was she okay? She thought she was okay; he leg really hurt though. "Frak. Uh. Yes.. I think so... Thanks t' you." She admitted, remembering the flying 'bullet' of a sample.
'Killed by flaming lab experiment' was actually an obituary she'd always assumed she'd get, even before Team Rocket, but given the missions and such she'd survived now, to go like that would have been terribly anti-climatic and disappointing.
Also 'Aaah!', though appropriate, were /awful/ last words.
She blinked at the mess and she lifted herself, with a wince, into a half sitting position.
"Um. So. I guess we call this one a... learning experience? Or somethin'?"

"No, no it shouldn't have been..." Tambrey agreed with a frown at the powdered machine; how the frak had cells caught on fi- Oh.
"Fire type." She muttered, now with a slightly impressed frown. "Y'know how our white cells destroy a virus or other foreign bodies? I /think/ that might've been an extreme example of a fire type's version of foreign matter rejection!" Now she sounded delighted, despite the failure.
It was only a theory, of course, but she thought it to be a rather exciting one.
The grunt started to get up and winced, deciding to remain sitting for a bit more as she felt her leg protest a little.
"Uh.. Ow. Well." She shrugged, looking around the room. "We try again. I mean, we've learned from this so we can be prepared next time, right?"

"They burned the very cells they were in..." Tambrey noted, still a little impressed "The DNA must have... changed them more quickly than it changed the rest of the cells or something. I... have no real clue." She admitted finally "As for a water type. I guess we'd have a flood and a wrecked machine..."
She eyed the old lab equipment warily while she was rolling up her trouser leg, as though it still might just spontaneously catch on fire despite being shut off.
"I think 'm okay. Thingy," She pointed toward the discarded extinguisher "fell on my leg, but I think 's just going to bruise a bit. Nothing broken." That last bit, at least, she was pretty sure of; a broken bone hurt a lot more, she remembered, than her leg currently did.
"Rapidash DNA might be a good idea. I mean, then we'd have a complete DNA profile across the species; something's got t' change during evolution, so..." She nodded, following his gaze around the room. "Perhaps if we could... see about getting access to a better analysis machine to use before synthesizing..." She wondered aloud, now, rolling her trouser leg back down after seeing the beginning of a bruise, as suspected.

"That would be an interestin' thing to find out..." Tambrey agreed. "Uh. We kind o' have to document this... So maybe if it has happened before, someone else has documented it..." Sure, they could also ask around, but that might be a little... embarrassing to explain.
"I'm sure somethin' like this /must/ have happened before; I mean, look at all the genetic manipulation and cloning we do here. 'S got to be something similar somewhere in a file..."
She considered the point.
"It /did/ ask us... And it does, I think, kind 'f make sense... The machine wants the most complete record it can, I guess, t' save having to, uh, synthesize so much or something... I think the newer stuff is more capable of 'filling the gaps'. Maybe if we... uh... report some of this, we'd have some chance of accessing some documentation on such things if not to better equipment..." She bit her lip, finally starting to struggle upright and then attempting to brush some of the powder off, leaning against a wall.