Ylva grinned slightly at Dr. Kate's reaction and chuckled at the horrified look on Dr. Sterling's face. “Oh, please… You did not really think I would risk taking anything like that out of containment, did you?” she said after she finished chuckling. The older doctor clearly did not know just how strict the restrictions were on handling pathogens on a ship like this. In fact, Ylva had not been satisfied with the security level to begin with, so she had requested that stricter control be implemented. She [i]really[/i] did not want any outbreak on this ship. “Every sample with even the slightest chance of transmission is kept in the bio-hazard lab. Nothing larger than a sample suited for a tranquilizer dart will ever leave that lab through the door. If we end up using anything more, it will be produced therein, stored in there and deployed directly from there using the asgard beaming. No exceptions.” 

She decided not to mention that there were not all that many physical samples were stored in there to begin with. The samples capable of surviving deep frost were stored in a hollow, isolated compartment on the hull, and most others were simply stored digitally as production diagrams for the asgard core. Only the ones that had to be kept fairly warm and were likely to be used, or the ones used for experimentation, were actually kept in the lab. That information was considered to be given on a need-to-know basis. At this time, the only ones who needed to know on the ship were herself and Oberst Kateřina Černá. The IOA representative probably had some information on it as well, but that was only to be expected. Since learning of the way the Stargate program functioned, Ylva had quickly learned that the IOA had its fingers everywhere. Someone in that organization would know about pretty much everything that was ever recorded. So rather than imagine that it was secret, she presumed that someone knew. 

The older doctor looked calmer now, but Ylva decided it would not hurt to make him feel even safer. She would most likely have to work with him later after all. “If you're wondering, that vial contained laboratory ethanol. Nothing else. Even if there had been smallpox in it, which there wasn’t, it would have been dead. Not even smallpox can survive long in 96% ethanol.”

Ylva looked down on the floor, where the shattered vial lay. The ethanol would fairly quickly evaporate, but the glass wouldn't. “Alexei Demyan Sokolov? Would you come to the main lab?” she spoke into her radio, calling for one of the lab assistants on duty at the moment. He did not answer, but about a minute later, he came walking out of the chemistry lab. “Would you clean this up?” she asked. He nodded, clearly a little irritated at getting such a menial task. He was had no doubt expected that sort of task to be below him after reaching a master’s degree in chemistry. Vanja saw that pride in itself as a reason to make him do it. False pride irritated her. Pleased that it would be taken care of, Ylva walked away, heading into the bio-hazard lab to start one of her personal projects.

~| 30 minutes later |~

Vanja leaned over the computer. Like several others in the lab, it was not networked. She knew enough about Tau’ri system security to know that the only way to be sure that nobody could get past your walls of fire would be to not have the computer connected to the network. Of course, as paranoid as Ylva claimed she was, that wasn’t enough. No, this particular computer had been specially built, with a small crystal storage device concealed inside it. That tiny crystal was one of only two possessions she had brought with her to the world of the Tau’ri. It held almost all of her research over the years. It had taken her three years to figure out a reliable interface between it and Tau’ri computer technology.

Right now she was studying Goa’uld queen DNA, working to isolate the memory strands so that she could hopefully find a way replace those strands with the memory of a Tok’ra. She had yet to find a reliable carrier for the replacement strands, but if she could not isolate every single strand of Goa’uld memory, then there would be no point in even finding a carrier. She could not risk the chance of the new Tok’ra queen inheriting any goa’uld traits. It was [i]unthinkable[/i]. Later she would have to further isolate the strands related to the bodily functions present only in queens. Thankfully, for that she would be able to use a comparison of the DNA from several individuals. Over the decades, she and a few other Tok’ra had managed to get samples of the DNA of countless Goa’uld, even a few other queens. That was how she had even begun to figure out where in the genetic code memory was stored. There was no doubt that this project would take many hours more of work, and there was no telling if it would even work as intended. When she finished with this round of studies, she would once again remove both the crystal and the interface from the computer, storing them both in safe places.