[b/]"So...What your telling me is...Those guys out there are Space Angels?...and that blue stuff...is Soylent Green for Sink and Kitchen?..."[/b] David asked, looking somewhat confused, a touch worried, and utterly shocked. The last of these was the correct response as far as she was concerned.
"Well, it's not made of people of that's what you're asking... at least I hope not... DNA test will answer that question I think. As for what those aliens are, for all I know they may as well be. Maybe they visited earth in the past and took DNA samples... Dear god, that would prove the ancient astronauts theory... I spent most of my life making fun of that theory... ah damn it, now I'm one of [i/]those[/i] scientists." she said, thinking the problem through. It didn't really matter to be honest - they were light years from home with no reasonable way to get back, she could prove anything she wanted and it wouldn't matter.
At this point, Iskierka stood up and started to walk around, trying to think things through. finally she got to the main point. "Truth be told, unless I suddenly get some serious inspiration and a new physics book to account for all I've just seen, I think we will need to ask our new ship-mate if she knows anything." she said, surrendering to the fact that she was truly and surely out of her depth.
"Well that or I could just blow it out the air lock and forget it eve-GAAH!" she started to say before tipping over something in the medical bay, that was covered in a cloth. "Ow..." she muttered, rubbing her head, having hit it against a metal table.
Looking down to see the cause of her accident, she was face to face with a very frightening sight - that of a human corpse. She recoiled at the sight - she didn't like the idea of touching dead things - she was an astrophysicist, not a biologist. Even as she pulled back however, she noticed something odd about it. The body, while obviously dead from a blow to the neck, had a wound from a sharp protrusion postmortem, but there was no such object around. it looked like it had been caused by a thin, sharp object like a piece of shrapnel, a medical tool, OR A KNIFE! it only took a moment for her to realize the body was the same that Phillip had been looking at before they had moved on. Could he have...
"David... I think we have a problem." Iskeirka said, her tone lacking any levity