"We'll see about the spider. I would prefer not to have to confront them in their murderweb den." Tracy replied dryly. "I should have all the info I need right here...hopefully. So let's get to work." He moved around the iron bed and opened the medical station and began pulling out injectors and bottles.

"In case it was not already apparent, this...[i]place of business[/i] gets used for just a little bit more than what it advertises. There's a particular pack of, well, nevermind what they are, who use this place for...interviews." He turned back to the bed and neatly arranged a number of fluid bottles. They were all colored an unsettling dim brown, with crusty and faded warning labels stuck to them, as though they had been pulled out of some musty stockroom somewhere.

"By which I mean they use this place to torture people for information." Tracy clarified helpfully as he turned Golemeth over and started examining the back of what remained of his chassis. "One of those juices is used to suppressed aggressive tendencies and reduce belligerence. Another is used to make concentration more...difficult. The third is used to enhance recall, mostly to offset the one that bricks concentration. All combined, it should make Golemeth more responsive to questioning and make it difficult for him to lie if I can get the dosages right. We'll have to get how much of his biomass is left for me to figure that out. I've seen them all used enough that I can administer them with...well, an [i]acceptable degree[/i] of risk." 

As he looked over Golemeth's back, one hand over his mouth in concentration, Tracy looked the calmest he had been since Theron had first seen him. His whole body was still, not listless but not taut. As he finished speaking he produced an electronic syringe he had taken from the medical station, and connected its tip to a thin running tube that he then reached out to hook into a small bioport under Golemeth's left armpit.

"Of course, we need him conscious for all of that, and we need his hardware running for me to get his mass. Help a guy out, will you?" Tracy waved at Theron to assist with his free arm - free, in the sense that its hand was not holding anything. Tracy was still, quite awkwardly, trying to continue supporting his duffel bag with that arm. He clearly did not want to have to set it down for some reason. "Get him running again."

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity]