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“Janine?”
She heard Randall's voice though the thick metal door. “In here,” she called, not looking up from her work.
“What are you doing?” He stopped just inside the door. “Is that a mobile med-surge extensible?” he asked behind her.
She turned to look, saw he was admiring a machine against the wall behind her. Just like an EMT, she thought, smiling. “Ever use one?”
“Yeah, but only briefly. Wish we had a mobile unit here on Nartressa. You know how many patients have died en route, when all they needed was an on-the-spot appendectomy? Fifteen minute procedure with one of these med-surges. I should take it with me.”
“Yeah? That's nothing. This lab extensible is really a fine piece of equipment.” Janine had each hand sheathed in an extensible, the wall display lit up with diagrams,
