Audio: Monday, Week 19

[theverymodel]

[Mordin's initial concern was figuring out where he was and how he got here. But he quickly realized there were greater concerns here. He knows an outbreak when he sees one. But there are things he decidedly does not know.]

Seeking medical facilities. Qualified practioner. Capable of providing [sniff] assistance. Also desire access to research facilities.

[A pause. There's a lot of other things he should check on later.]

Would appreciate general briefing at calmer moment.

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[damn_it_jim]

I've got a few vials of blood and lymph, but no joy yet. We're still too damned early for much more, but I was about to start seeing what I could pull from them. This way.

[With a last dodge, Bones takes them into one of the hospital's lab spaces. It's... primitive, by both their standards, but there are at least light microscopes and incubators and the basic tools of the medical microbiological trade.]

I've been taking notes, but recently I've been trying to sort through the data we pulled from an old research facility. What can you do with this?

[theverymodel]

Primitive, but superior to nothing. Would prefer proper genetic sequencing. Phenotyping will have to suffice.

[damn_it_jim]

I've got feelers out to try and find a decent lab space. There's some on the ship, I'm sure of it, but the thing's a wreck with half the levels blocked.

[Bones glowers at one of the microscopes at this, as if the innocent bit of equipment is the sole architect of his troubles.]

There's also a facility a few days' travel from here, says my captain who's off trying to keep an isolation group from getting into trouble. Faster by air. I have some ideas on that score.

In the meantime, do what you can. If you need supplies, talk to Ms. Potts on days or Professor Lyall on nights. I'll be in and out, but patients keep trying to die on me and it's damned distracting.