[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]

[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.