Abida had finished administering a shot, a sudden stab into a groaning mans arm. He twitched in pain at first, then relaxed as chemicals coursed into his blood stream to calm his ailing body. "I hope that machine crafts a suitable anti-venom soon... your sure that you caught the rat that bit you?" she asked of the man. He simply nodded to indicate a yes, to which Abida replied "Splendid." Indeed in the kitchen, inside a cone shaped contraption of Akkadi design lay a mutated denizen of the Fair Lady, a fanged jagged toothed mangy rat. Its over sized mutated body having evolved in the darkest parts of the ship. Now Abidas machine sucked it dry, draining its blood and body to figure out the perfect antidote to the venom that coursed through the mans veins. "Now relax," she commanded as she walked away towards a nearby counter.<br/><br/>She dropped it into a disposal basket. She then washed her gloves in the sink and picked a strange looking syringe gun off the counter. "Might want to immunize the whole ship?" She shrugged as she wondered how many people that would be. When a tap to her shoulder came she turned suddenly, and faced the person with one hand on her hip and the other hand gripping a rather grizzly looking syringe needle gun. She leaned slightly, resting on one leg, the left one, letting her hip extend out to meet her resting hand that clasped her hip. "Yes, Abida is I, what do you need?" she asked in her thickly accented Gothic and she looked the woman over for bites, scratches or signs of disease. "Well, I work here in the medical ward, I don't... don't really know of anything else I'd need to see."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>