She nods.  "You'd want to tell your doctor that, not me, but I do think we will be able to make that happen.  ...Though about that anti-poison - what about kolto, if the injuries are bad enough that it would be warranted?  It's sorely rationed, but we do have some supply."

"In a fair portion of the situations where it came up I'd expect you to be there," she shrugs, "and it changes the first response situation, too. But kolto works fine, if the cost/benefit analysis works out."

She nods.  "It would, yes.  I don't know if I'd know how it might, or how you'd prefer I handle that."  (The secret elevator has arrived at its destination, by now, but one of the benefits of it being secret is that it doesn't need to serve other passengers and can just stay there until people are ready to leave.)

"If I'm alert enough to follow a simple conversation I'll be alert enough to suppress the effect; if I'm too far gone for that don't waste your supplies. Beyond that it depends on the details of the situation - if I do go into hibernation it'll be two or three days, depending on the extent of my injuries, and you can move me with a stretcher if you need to, just be careful - I have my danger sense set up pretty normally, mundanes trying to carry me over rough terrain could set it off if they drop me or bang me on something. And in the other direction I don't mind pain that much, if it'd be a problem for me to hibernate it's fine to suggest I not. I'd give - maybe seventy or eighty percent chance that I'd take your advice on that, if it came up, in either direction."

She nods.  "I strongly prefer to avoid unnecessary suffering.  ...Regardless, most of this really is information that the medical professionals ought to know, and we've arrived - so, shall we?  The hallway's clear."

"Of course." She'll let Kalbetis take point explaining her to the medics.

Kalbetis would really rather not take point in explaining anything beyond the basic premise, out of respect for Lord Pradnakt's privacy - though that doesn't stop her from deferring to Lord Pradnakt's deference as she gives the initial introduction of "Lord Pradnakt, who will be travelling with us under pseudonym once CI's gotten things set the rest of the way up.  ...It's rather important that I remain the only Sith suspected to be in residence, but you need to know this in case it's medically relevant; notably, she has mastered a poison-filtering technique to a subconscious level which will affect most medicines - kolto notably excluded, but anesthetics are affected - nonetheless, the technique can be suppressed with de minimis lucidity.  Problems are most likely to arise concomitant with need for intensive healing, and you know the usual protocols on not disturbing sleeping Sith Lords lest they awaken disoriented and Happen to people.  ...This may become medically relevant."  She seems frustrated by the admission, by her lack of leverage over the uncertain futures looming, "But Force help me if things get that bad.

"...Unrelatedly, I'm going to need your help studying, in the near future."

"Lord Pradnakt, this is my personal physician, Medea, with whose care I hope you will also be satisfied should it become necessary.  ...She does field work, if you were, wondering."  And if anyone official-looking asks, that she has an office under that name is because somehow some of the crew have decided they want her, specifically, to handle their care, and the common appointment-management software requires a name that does not have numerical characters in it.  (It's even true, no matter that the By Other Means isn't using that software and is in fact using software (and even certain purpose-built hardware) that was designed by someone who both knew what they were doing and was significantly more paranoid about data breaches.)  Medea's chassis - for she is a droid, originally designed M3-D3-eXperimental - is surprisingly...deadly-looking, all spindly multi-limbs and sharp pointy objects where she's not hiding the chemical fabber, while still affecting a surprising softness - she seem to have devoted one of her utility pouches to sweets, presumably for bribery rewarding patients.  "Medea, could you go fetch the CMO, please - while I'm already down here.  There's department-scale business that needs to be addressed."  Discreetly, but that goes without saying, because it would have been an appointment, or especially a simple message, if it could have been.

As Medea pads out, she turns to Pradnakt.  "You do not need to stay, if you'd rather not yet be known to be involved whatsoever.  Your identity rather constitutes need-to-know information, and while it's vastly likely that I'll need to read the CMO in on that there is-will-be a Force Healer...  Well, with how much of a distance you've said you can work at, the medical staff do not need to know it's you.  Fieldwork might necessitate reading some of them in, but for now?  This disclosure is your prerogative, as it is your interpersonal relations and security in the balance of it."

She's only a little awkward with Medea; she'll have to get some advice from Daisy about how to approach interacting with with class two droids of uncertain age when she gets back to the room.

"I expect they'll put it together, but I can imagine cases where plausible deniability might matter, and I don't think it'll be especially inconvenient for them not to know who I am if they have ways to contact me without knowing."

She nods.  "They will.  Elsie will get your end set up.  Alright, then, you know where the elevator is if you wish to wait there and leave via my office.  I'd recommend that plan, but I do make a habit of mysteriously appearing even when it's not necessary, myself, so you could simply walk out the front door and blame me for it."  There's a faint grin visible in her Force presence, if not on her face.

Pradnakt grins back, but follows up with "it's politer to your receptionist to leave the way I came in, I think," and heads back the way she came.

That line about it being politer to her receptionist just has her more amused.  Elsie is in on it.  "Perhaps so," she nonetheless (seems to) verbally concede.

"I sha'n't be overlong.  See you shortly."

And so she does.  A short briefing to the CMO, that she will soon be bringing a Force-sensitive healer aboard, but the said healer will be being covered for by her own exploration of bioalchemy - said cover is necessary, the Empire will want what it can't have if there's rumor of a miraculous healer - despite the supersoldier problems, and that information will be delivered shortly about lines of contact, but they will likely be the usual quiet channels, passes in an equally short timeframe.

"It went well."

"Good. - It occurs to me that I could start helping with diagnosis right away, or at least as soon as my workshop and the communication are set up, that will be much less obvious."

"If such an intractable problem presents itself, certainly.  I rather prefer to not let our medical needs get to that point."  There's not been any complex cases lately, but who knows what fate may bring?  (...Her.  It's her.  If somebody's making untreatable bioweapons or something that the doctors can't handle, she will find out.  And put a stop to it, if she can.  Really, that's rather what she's doing with Lord Pradnakt, albeit in the field, rather than aboard, so...  The offer makes more sense, looking at it that way.)  "...I'm not sure it would be a time savings, or even a savings of net effort, given the covertness - but I'm sure there's bound to be something medically interesting soon enough, just by the law of large numbers."

"I expect it'll only take one instance of them knowing someone's coming in with a heart attack before they walk through the doors for it to be worth it. Or the harder-to-detect cancers or autoimmune things. I'm not sure how common those are in the general population, though." She shrugs.

"Mmm, 'there's someone having a heart attack over there' is more an emergency response duty, than simply diagnostics.  But I'll make sure you're set up for that, too.  I do much the same myself - handling preventative maintenance as well.  ...Incidentally, do you know how to defibrillate?  ...Do you need to, come to think of it...  Well, it could be useful for a nested 'I can't be a healing prodigy, I have to do this the hard way' cover, I suppose, and I do have practice dummies from when I felt it would be a good idea for me to learn somewhere..."

"I don't, and I could see that being useful; I can't access Light powers on the fly, it takes forty minutes of meditation for me to switch over." She gives an uncomfortable half-shrug. 

"I'll dig up my notes, then.  You should have useful points of similarity, I believe you mentioned a lightning shroud technique?"

"Mmhmm. And I'm familiar with adding other effects to lightning, too."

She nods.  "Useful, if somewhat in the opposite direction of what I suspect you might need to do - if you draw on emotions for the necessary power when working with Force Lightning, all but a select few possible emotions will rather get in the way of using it with finesse sufficient to restart a stopped heart."

She chuckles and raises her hand, making an abortive Force-motion toward starting her lightning technique to make sure the Darth won't be startled when she shrouds the back of her hand in sparks a moment later. After a moment of that, she shifts the hue of the effect to blue, then green, then orange, holding each for a few seconds to let Kalbetis watch what she's doing in the Force to produce the effect: it's nearly the same technique as adding pain or kinetic effects to Force lightning, and both the basic technique and the color show are tricky, detailed effects to produce. "I can't do this when I'm enraged, but I don't think I'll have trouble with defibrillation in most cases."

Did Pradnakt forget she's a precog?

"...An impressive display of control.  Many of our ...nominal colleagues... would not know where to begin, or why one might want to.  I expect it sha'n't take you very long at all, indeed, given this proficiency.  ...Is there aught else that you'd like to discuss before this meeting's done with?"

No, she's just going to take responsibility for her own safety regardless, thanks.

"I don't think our current story will cover shipwide diagnostic monitoring and wasn't planning on doing it; that was everything I had for today, though." She drops the lightning effect, letting the last few sparks ground against her knuckles before dropping her hand.

Wise.

"Mm, nor did I expect that of you.  It's a big ship.  Even I am hard-pressed to keep up with her, and I am very much cheating like haran.  Just keep an eye out near you, I suppose, and the rest will settle itself as it must.  ...Expect a holocron in about a cycle."

She nods, "I will," and leaves.

She pauses outside the door to talk to the droid monitoring it. "Excuse me; Darth Kalbetis suggested that I talk to an Elsie about something, can you tell me how to get in touch with her?"

The droid swivels to look at her.

"You have done so.  This droid has been given to respond to 'Elsie' or 'Elcie' as acceptable short-forms of its designation L5-C3.  One moment please."

She puts up an 'Out To Lunch' sign, and apparently summons backup to cover her absence - a mouse droid, of all things, rolls onto the desk and breebles proudly.  She rests a slender hand upon it for a moment, then stands.

"...They really are ingenious little creatures, mouse droids.  Despite their lack of sufficient hardware to possess truly general intelligence, this droid has seen many do quite clever things.  ...This droid will admit to a fondness for them, when pressed.  Regardless - it would likely be appropriate to adjourn to the secondary office."  A door that leads to a small 'bump' in Darth Kalbetis' own office space airlocks open.  "If you would?"