"Blood," answers the ghem CMO shortly, his brows drawn down. He and all the other med techs are watching Lapis with an edge of fascination under the clinical look. The med tech holding the hypo lifts it to the light and carefully turns it over in her hand.

"There are reflective particles," she murmurs in a tone of excitement subdued to mere professional interest. She glances over at Diya, who gives her just a slight nod, an unspoken command. The med tech leaves the room at a pace just slightly faster than a walk.