"Alright..." Judith's voice crackled over the med-com, "...everyone is just about done in the tanks here...hey..." Judith's voice suddenly cut off.  The last word didn't sound frightened or urgent, more or less it just sounded like a response.  The com came back on, and Nalla could hear some more talking, but couldn't quite make out the words.<br/><br/>Then, in the midst of a short silent, Judith's voice came back over the com clearly, "Nalla, there's something strange going on here.  Betsy just walked in, I was trying to figure out where she was, but she's gone into one of the MCC's (Molecular ReConstruction Chamber).  She looked pretty bad, but I told her she just needed to take my MRC (Molecular Regeneration Chamber).  I dunno, maybe she's just kind of traumatized.  Anyway, we'll be here..."<br/><br/>Indeed, at first the humidity of the ship could have been blamed on the constant sex-a-thon that had been occuring.  But now that everything had calmed down, it truly did seem like a swamp almost inside of the ship.  It made the webs all the more sticky, and Nalla had to take great care not to become entrapped within them.