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 Like always, Rorik was hunched over some samples in the Med Bay. In between missions, it seemed like that was all he did now. For the past eight months since Yinmah's reaction, he'd take his meals back to his quarters at the back of the lab, and get right back to work. Rorik understood the importance of his research more than anyone. And, he needed to get it right this time...for her. The doors hissed open. Yinmah stepped through into the pristine lab. "Yinmah. How are you feeling?" "All things considered? Pretty good." She sat at one of the metal tables near the note-filled wall. He handed her a steaming cup of amber liquid. "Drink t