There was a time and a place to make flirtatious comments and jokes. For a Risian those times and places seemed to be more than with most other species. Vulcans always had time for logic. Ferengi always had time for profit. Leprechauns always had time for pots of gold. And Risians? They always had time for flirtation, sex, lust, all of the above, and more.<br/><br/>Except when an entire starship was in danger. Except when some unknown phenomenon, never seen before that moment, was wreaking havoc on them all, tearing their ship apart at the molecular level... no not the ship, the crew of the ship. Ripping into them, and tearing their very DNA, their age, to pieces. No. He couldn't say their DNA. He just knew they were being changed, aged. Just what was being changed... well free radicals. Darrin had sorted that out in quite short order. They had a what, a how. Maybe a solution even.<br/><br/>So should they joke around? Should they have fun? Maybe it would be their last chance for it? Maybe before turning to dust and being lost to time, maybe before becoming too young to exist, they could have one last moment. Or they could work hard. They could save the ship. They could harness the situation and they could pull things together.<br/><br/>That was what they would do. That was what they were focused on doing. So Makari smiled at Darrin and nodded. Later, doctor, you can play probe and tickle later.<br/><br/>For now... well Makari fought the urge to shrug.  "Best we just send some of your cells through first. If it works we cna try more, but to send you in completely.... I would rather not take the risk. If you can remove a small skin sample, we can transport it in containment, scan the results as we try and reverse the damage. I figure we will have a few minutes of activity in the cells before they become inactive..."