Bred repeated this message to Vini, who swore briefly. “Frankly, I’m surprised they gave a moron like him a license to drive this contraption. He could at least have told us. I suppose it’s having a slower reaction on her because she’s got a different body chemistry; the Grosstem would naturally tailor their poisons to fit their enemy.”
“Can you do anything?”
“Not here. I’d have to take a blood test to analyze the poison, then concoct a specific antidote. All the equipment is back aboard the ship. It’ll be child’s play once I get her there, but how long will that take?”
“Probably about another ten minutes,” Bred told her.
“Well, that shouldn’t be too bad. For all I know, this poison might not even be deadly to humans; she may just be sick for a while and then get over it. But I wouldn’
