Uh, a lab, that's what this was for sure.  If she were more rational she might loathe this particularly much, but as it stood remembering her name - Fel, right? - was a feat.  Still, the woman seemed to have a good idea, and at this point she might try anything to feel better for the moment.  Stumbling over to the console in the room, she tried to focus enough to get the thing working to administer the antidote...<br/><br/>and, if that didn't work...<br/><br/><strong>"Droid!  I need the... the antidote!"</strong>she tried to shout, but all that came out was a semblance of force to it, if only barely<strong>"I need... antidote..."</strong><br/><br/><em>'I also need to be able to protect myself; this can't be good...'</em>