[Audio:] Wednesday morning after Nem's broadcast.

[damn_it_jim]

McCoy here. I'm out of town so of course something that could use my attention crops up. If you're able to rig up a refrigerated storage room on short notice, talk to me.

It needs to be proofed against scavengers, so to my mind the Ship's a good location, but I'm open to ideas.

Additionally, I'm going to be teaching some of the locals a bit about determining cause of death. If you're not going to faint and land face-first in a resected spleen and this sounds like something you want to learn a little about, let me know.

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[hypospraying]

I was hoping you weren't leaving me to do that many autopsies alone.

[She sounds a bit tired and somber, since she'd been hoping the hunting party could be found alive.]

Any ideas on how to transport them all to the ship?

[damn_it_jim]

Perish the thought, Chapel. Especially since these sound like they're short on the sort of obvious trauma I'd actually expect you to pick up on, and I like you too much to set you up that easily.

For transport, if Nem gets the families on board then see what their arrangements are -- they might want to carry the bodies themselves. If they're indifferent, see if you can get the big mopy robot to help you. Name's 'Wing'.

[hypospraying]

[She smiles to herself. Even though the trauma they experienced isn't the obvious kind, she still wants to get to the bottom of it.]

All right, I'll talk to him. Just don't be gone too long or I may have to start without you.

[damn_it_jim]

Well, if you do, I trust that you, at least, would label and document everything and leave me some good histology samples for later.

I'll see you in a few days. Keep me in the loop.

[hypospraying]

You're speaking to the Queen of organization and properly filed paperwork. I would.

Will do, Boss. [And, as an afterthought:] Be safe.