Torin entered the medicae deck, encountering what appeared to be some sort of bizarre experiment. The Arbitrator, of all people, was examining some form of flashing cone, containing something that looked like it had used to have been some breed of vermin. The lost-worlder, Abida, was rushing into the deck, evidently in some state of hurried concentration.<br/><br/>"Mind telling me what's going on?" He asked politely, standing off to one side, to allow Abida as much room as she may possibly have needed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>