[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Med Bay[/center][hr]
Well, Carla was basically already at the Medical Bay, so it was a trifle to get there. Then there was no real action she had to take aside from looking professional and waiting for the new pilot, Lieutenant Harper to show up. She knew the reason Jahosafat wanted them there was so that he could take their blood, but she deigned to not prepare for it in any such way until the scientist(?) asked them to do such officially. Any more would be getting ahead of herself. When Harper arrived, she spared him but a glance, nothing more, nothing less. As far as she was concerned, their last conversation had never happened.

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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Room 9[hr][/center]
The first thing he grabbed from the slowly accumulating pile of clean cookware was a stainless steel (or whatever the distant future supertech equivalent material would be)skillet, still wet. He shook it a couple times to shake off excess water, and then shrugged, setting it directly onto the stove, where he was greeted with a loud hiss; the water near-instantly vaporized, creating a large, if transient cloud of steam. Lionel blinked a few times before grabbing the biggest knife available to him and one of the smaller chunks of meat that had been harvested from the horse. He laid it out on the tabletop and squinted, trying to estimate the proper size for a single person.

Fuck it. He chopped the cocksucker into thirds. That looked good. Now for seasoning. Even someone as ignorant of cooking as he knew that unseasoned meat, even when cooked was a bland affair. So off he toddled to the various pantries, opening them and inspecting their mostly empty contents at random.

[color=9C6F6F]"Where do we keep the 猴子战斗 salt?"[/color] he half asked, half yelled at Atticus.