Urtum nodded at the commander, "True. Salarian medics are far superior. But not a contest." When the medical officer was sprung awake by the commander and asked about the newcomer, Urtum gave him a small bow, "Dr. Urtum Ezon. Here to conduct tests." The salarian tossed the box he was holding onto the table and opened it to reveal the rotting arm, "Arm from unknown specimen. Need to discover possible race. Looked mostly human. Will need tissue samples from your arm. You are only crew member not currently busy with important job." He pointed the the officer's arm, "Arm please."