((How can I forget about Corliss?
I mean, it's not like he's Hadrin.... *d'oh*))
Myitt nods down at Temrash. "Over here, guys. It's all right, it's just Temrash." To the Hork-Bajir-Controller, she adds, "Can you send his ship's signal to my computer?"
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Corliss brings a small cylindrical vial over to Ossanlin and stands by his side, uncapping the end.
"I'm sure he's had worse than a bit of a fall, today," says Corliss, focusing on the liquid in the vial. He presses the end of the vial into the top of Ossanlin's human arm, near the shoulder. There's a hydraulic hiss as the liquid is injected, and the strong smell of antiseptic.
He removes and recaps the vial, placing a couple of fingers against Ossanlin's throat to check his pulse.