There's a lull in activity in the medbay. The CMO is off-duty, and the med techs on duty are all occupied, out of the common area, in the operating theaters or the exam rooms, or far back in the drug banks behind several closed doors. A few med techs are working in the lab, but after placing a few samples in the centrifuge and setting it to run, all three of them disappear farther back into the medbay, presumably toward cold storage. And so, for just a few minutes, the back wall of the medbay, half of it a glass window into the labs, is empty of personnel.

There's only so much one can see at a few minutes' observation. A few elegantly organized racks of vials – because with Cetagandans, everything is elegant – containing blood samples, those taken from the exotics during their physicals, each clearly labeled. Most of them look quite ordinary, but a few might catch the eye – the one labeled LAPIS LAZULI is a deep blue, with swirling flecks of gold pyrite. A vial labeled RATCHET would look quite normal, if it weren't tinged a curiously glowing pink.

The racks of vials are arranged next to the currently running centrifuge. A back corridor extends off near the centrifuge, the route the laboratory med techs had taken their leave by. Along that wall, just visible from this vantage point, is a rack of uterine replicators, indicator lights on.