(OOC: So, I figure this post will take place in the morning of May 13th (the day after Curtis' call with Archer), and Curtis would come and visit whilst Maya is in the middle of teaching. Just need a bit of help setting it up though - where would this teaching session be? In a classroom? An examination room?)

I figure Maya will be teaching a class in an examination room at Johns Hopkins while performing an alien autopsy. (Something a lot less mysterious in the 22nd century compared to the 21st). The subject could be a visiting alien that was killed in a Terra Prime incited riot. Now all I need to do is decide exactly where and write her presentation to her class. We can edit it and add Christina in afterwards. (It would be nice if Christina didn't miss her presentation so Maya would have a chance to impress her.)

Ever since its founding in 1893, the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine had always ranked in the top three research-centered medical schools. Even in the 22nd century it was on the cutting edge of medical practice and innovation. For over a century, physicians and interns had come from all over the world to teach and learn, and with the implementation of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that statement now extended to extraterrestrials.

In a spacious chamber under Johns Hopkins Hospital, Doctor Maya was teaching a number of medical students extraterrestrial medicine while conducting an autopsy of a bona fide extraterrestrial. Doctor Maya was a short, slender woman of indeterminate age. She had allowed the rather severe haircut favored by most of her people to grow out a bit and now her pageboy haircut had grown enough to hide the pointed tips of her ears. Likewise, she had allowed her dark bangs to grow enough to hide the severe slant of her eyebrows. Her almost egg white skin indicated that her ancestors had lived very close to the poles of her home planet of Vulcan.

“As you can see the subject of our examination is a male Denobulan of apparently middle age,” she said in a mezzosoprano voice with a strange Irish-sounding lilt. “At this point I must warn you that the Denobulan anatomy is considerably more complex than that of the terrestrial human. Even without cutting in, we can see many differences. Note the prominent facial ridges running down either side of the forehead to the cheeks, the enlarged brow ridge under a high receded hairline, that vertical crevice in the center of the forehead, and the ridged chin. These ridges are also found on their backs, along the spine. This is indicative of their advanced nervous system and musculature tissue which finds even more ingenious places to hide fatty cells than the Terran or Vulcan norm.”

She paused and addressed her students. “Now before we start cutting, I want you to examine the exterior of the body and propose your best hypothesis on how the subject lived and died. This will be an exercise in observation and analysis.”

| May 13th, 2155
| Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, Baltimore, Earth
| 0945hrs? (OOC: Please feel free to alter time as needed)

Ever since its founding in 1893, the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine had always ranked in the top three research-centered medical schools. Even in the 22nd century it was on the cutting edge of medical practice and innovation. For over a century, physicians and interns had come from all over the world to teach and learn, and with the implementation of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that statement now extended to extraterrestrials.

In a spacious chamber under Johns Hopkins Hospital, Doctor Maya was teaching a number of medical students extraterrestrial medicine while conducting an autopsy of a bona fide extraterrestrial. Doctor Maya was a short, slender woman of indeterminate age. She had allowed the rather severe haircut favored by most of her people to grow out a bit and now her pageboy haircut had grown enough to hide the pointed tips of her ears. Likewise, she had allowed her dark bangs to grow enough to hide the severe slant of her eyebrows. Her almost egg white skin indicated that her ancestors had lived very close to the poles of her home planet of Vulcan.

“As you can see the subject of our examination is a male Denobulan of apparently middle age,” she said in a mezzosoprano voice with a strange Irish-sounding lilt. “At this point I must warn you that the Denobulan anatomy is considerably more complex than that of the terrestrial human. Even without cutting in, we can see many differences. Note the prominent facial ridges running down either side of the forehead to the cheeks, the enlarged brow ridge under a high receded hairline, that vertical crevice in the center of the forehead, and the ridged chin. These ridges are also found on their backs, along the spine. This is indicative of their advanced nervous system and musculature tissue which finds even more ingenious places to hide fatty cells than the Terran or Vulcan norm.”

She paused and addressed her students. “Now before we start cutting, I want you to examine the exterior of the body and propose your best hypothesis on how the subject lived and died. This will be an exercise in observation and analysis.”

Captain Curtis had stepped into the back of the chamber quietly whilst the doctor had been speaking, and stayed quietly at the back in the shadows; observing. She had spoken with Admiral Gardner after her conversation with Archer the night before, and this doctor was at the top of his list of members of the interspecies medical exchange program that was qualified for service aboard a starship. Doctor Maya had served with her native Vulcans as a doctor before joining the program, and since the Xindi event had been teaching xenobiology and medicine to students here on Earth. She was a prime candidate according to her record, but Christina wanted to observe her first, in the limited time that she had. It was well known in Starfleet that very few Vulcans had been able to serve aboard human ships for extended periods; Commander T'Pol being the only current exception to that rule. Observing the doctor in a teaching environment with other humans present and interacting with her would allow Curtis to determine whether Maya would be capable of working well with her own crew.

<tag - I figure I'll let you take on the NPCs of the medical students, since you'll then be able to guide their answers as you want in order to show off Maya's skills>

May 13th, 2155
| Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, Baltimore, Earth
| 0900hrs? (OOC: Please feel free to alter time as needed)

Ever since its founding in 1893, the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine had always ranked in the top three research-centered medical schools. Even in the 22nd century it was on the cutting edge of medical practice and innovation. For over a century, physicians and interns had come from all over the world to teach and learn, and with the implementation of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that statement now extended to extraterrestrials.

In a spacious chamber under Johns Hopkins Hospital, Doctor Maya was teaching a number of medical students extraterrestrial medicine while conducting an autopsy of a bona fide extraterrestrial. Doctor Maya was a short, slender woman of indeterminate age. She had allowed the rather severe haircut favored by most of her people to grow out a bit and now her pageboy haircut had grown enough to hide the pointed tips of her ears. Likewise, she had allowed her dark bangs to grow enough to hide the severe slant of her eyebrows. Her almost egg white skin indicated that her ancestors had lived very close to the poles of her home planet of Vulcan.

“As you can see the subject of our examination is a male Denobulan of apparently middle age,” she said in a mezzosoprano voice with a strange Irish-sounding lilt. “At this point I must warn you that the Denobulan anatomy is considerably more complex than that of the terrestrial human. Even without cutting in, we can see many differences. Note the prominent facial ridges running down either side of the forehead to the cheeks, the enlarged brow ridge under a high receded hairline, that vertical crevice in the center of the forehead, and the ridged chin. These ridges are also found on their backs, along the spine. This is indicative of their advanced nervous system and musculature tissue which finds even more ingenious places to hide fatty cells than the Terran or Vulcan norm.”

She paused and addressed her students. “Now before we start cutting, I want you to examine the exterior of the body and propose your best hypothesis on how the subject lived and died. This will be an exercise in observation and analysis.”

Captain Curtis had stepped into the back of the chamber quietly whilst the doctor had been speaking, and stayed quietly at the back in the shadows; observing. She had spoken with Admiral Gardner after her conversation with Archer the night before, and this doctor was at the top of his list of members of the interspecies medical exchange program that was qualified for service aboard a starship. Doctor Maya had served with her native Vulcans as a doctor before joining the program, and since the Xindi event had been teaching xenobiology and medicine to students here on Earth. She was a prime candidate according to her record, but Christina wanted to observe her first, in the limited time that she had. It was well known in Starfleet that very few Vulcans had been able to serve aboard human ships for extended periods; Commander T'Pol being the only current exception to that rule. Observing the doctor in a teaching environment with other humans present and interacting with her would allow Curtis to determine whether Maya would be capable of working well with her own crew.

Maya’s three students huddled around the Denobulan’s remains and examined them. Maya herself noticed Christina and glided over to her. Up close the slender Vulcan was revealed to be half a foot shorter than Curtis and in addition the slender Vulcan looked extremely delicate. Only the knowledge that the planet Vulcan’s higher gravity gave its natives the comparable strength of a human six inches taller assured Christina that Maya could pass the physical to serve in space. Well, that and Maya’s military record with the High Command.

Maya’s large hazel eyes scanned the new arrival, not only studying the face and but also moving downward and left and right. After a moment she spoke.

“Hello Captain, I didn’t expect someone from the command division to visit me on this fine day,” the little Vulcan greeted with an almost-smile. “I’m curious, did you ride the shuttlepod to the landing area here at the hospital or did you take a cab?”



<tag – Why thank you. I think I’ll show off Maya’s skills right away. For example, how did she know that Christina rode in a shuttlepod this morning?>

|May 13th, 2155
| Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, Baltimore, Earth
| 0900hrs

Ever since its founding in 1893, the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine had always ranked in the top three research-centered medical schools. Even in the 22nd century it was on the cutting edge of medical practice and innovation. For over a century, physicians and interns had come from all over the world to teach and learn, and with the implementation of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that statement now extended to extraterrestrials.

In a spacious chamber under Johns Hopkins Hospital, Doctor Maya was teaching a number of medical students extraterrestrial medicine while conducting an autopsy of a bona fide extraterrestrial. Doctor Maya was a short, slender woman of indeterminate age. She had allowed the rather severe haircut favored by most of her people to grow out a bit and now her pageboy haircut had grown enough to hide the pointed tips of her ears. Likewise, she had allowed her dark bangs to grow enough to hide the severe slant of her eyebrows. Her almost egg white skin indicated that her ancestors had lived very close to the poles of her home planet of Vulcan.

“As you can see the subject of our examination is a male Denobulan of apparently middle age,” she said in a mezzosoprano voice with a strange Irish-sounding lilt. “At this point I must warn you that the Denobulan anatomy is considerably more complex than that of the terrestrial human. Even without cutting in, we can see many differences. Note the prominent facial ridges running down either side of the forehead to the cheeks, the enlarged brow ridge under a high receded hairline, that vertical crevice in the center of the forehead, and the ridged chin. These ridges are also found on their backs, along the spine. This is indicative of their advanced nervous system and musculature tissue which finds even more ingenious places to hide fatty cells than the Terran or Vulcan norm.”

She paused and addressed her students. “Now before we start cutting, I want you to examine the exterior of the body and propose your best hypothesis on how the subject lived and died. This will be an exercise in observation and analysis.”

Captain Curtis had stepped into the back of the chamber quietly whilst the doctor had been speaking, and stayed quietly at the back in the shadows; observing. She had spoken with Admiral Gardner after her conversation with Archer the night before, and this doctor was at the top of his list of members of the interspecies medical exchange program that was qualified for service aboard a starship. Doctor Maya had served with her native Vulcans as a doctor before joining the program, and since the Xindi event had been teaching xenobiology and medicine to students here on Earth. She was a prime candidate according to her record, but Christina wanted to observe her first, in the limited time that she had. It was well known in Starfleet that very few Vulcans had been able to serve aboard human ships for extended periods; Commander T'Pol being the only current exception to that rule. Observing the doctor in a teaching environment with other humans present and interacting with her would allow Curtis to determine whether Maya would be capable of working well with her own crew.

Maya’s three students huddled around the Denobulan’s remains and examined them. Maya herself noticed Christina and glided over to her. Up close the slender Vulcan was revealed to be half a foot shorter than Curtis and in addition the slender Vulcan looked extremely delicate. Only the knowledge that the planet Vulcan’s higher gravity gave its natives the comparable strength of a human six inches taller assured Christina that Maya could pass the physical to serve in space. Well, that and Maya’s military record with the High Command.

Maya’s large hazel eyes scanned the new arrival, not only studying the face and but also moving downward and left and right. After a moment she spoke.

“Hello Captain, I didn’t expect someone from the command division to visit me on this fine day,” the little Vulcan greeted with an almost-smile. “I’m curious, did you ride the shuttlepod to the landing area here at the hospital or did you take a cab?”

"The shuttlepod landed here at the hospital," Christina responded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering how the doctor had been able to determine that she had been in a shuttlepod this morning. Perhaps there was some sort of particular smell associated with the craft - she had always heard that Vulcans had a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans. Or perhaps the doctor had happened by a window that looked in the direction of the landing area as Curtis was getting off. Maybe it was just a good guess on the doctor's part. "I came to observe your lesson," she said by way of explaining her presence, having not yet quite decided which of her three options was the more likely explanation.

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|May 13th, 2155
| Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, Baltimore, Earth
| 0900hrs

Ever since its founding in 1893, the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine had always ranked in the top three research-centered medical schools. Even in the 22nd century it was on the cutting edge of medical practice and innovation. For over a century, physicians and interns had come from all over the world to teach and learn, and with the implementation of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that statement now extended to extraterrestrials.

In a spacious chamber under Johns Hopkins Hospital, Doctor Maya was teaching a number of medical students extraterrestrial medicine while conducting an autopsy of a bona fide extraterrestrial. Doctor Maya was a short, slender woman of indeterminate age. She had allowed the rather severe haircut favored by most of her people to grow out a bit and now her pageboy haircut had grown enough to hide the pointed tips of her ears. Likewise, she had allowed her dark bangs to grow enough to hide the severe slant of her eyebrows. Her almost egg white skin indicated that her ancestors had lived very close to the poles of her home planet of Vulcan.

“As you can see the subject of our examination is a male Denobulan of apparently middle age,” she said in a mezzosoprano voice with a strange Irish-sounding lilt. “At this point I must warn you that the Denobulan anatomy is considerably more complex than that of the terrestrial human. Even without cutting in, we can see many differences. Note the prominent facial ridges running down either side of the forehead to the cheeks, the enlarged brow ridge under a high receded hairline, that vertical crevice in the center of the forehead, and the ridged chin. These ridges are also found on their backs, along the spine. This is indicative of their advanced nervous system and musculature tissue which finds even more ingenious places to hide fatty cells than the Terran or Vulcan norm.”

She paused and addressed her students. “Now before we start cutting, I want you to examine the exterior of the body and propose your best hypothesis on how the subject lived and died. This will be an exercise in observation and analysis.”

Captain Curtis had stepped into the back of the chamber quietly whilst the doctor had been speaking, and stayed quietly at the back in the shadows; observing. She had spoken with Admiral Gardner after her conversation with Archer the night before, and this doctor was at the top of his list of members of the interspecies medical exchange program that was qualified for service aboard a starship. Doctor Maya had served with her native Vulcans as a doctor before joining the program, and since the Xindi event had been teaching xenobiology and medicine to students here on Earth. She was a prime candidate according to her record, but Christina wanted to observe her first, in the limited time that she had. It was well known in Starfleet that very few Vulcans had been able to serve aboard human ships for extended periods; Commander T'Pol being the only current exception to that rule. Observing the doctor in a teaching environment with other humans present and interacting with her would allow Curtis to determine whether Maya would be capable of working well with her own crew.

Maya’s three students huddled around the Denobulan’s remains and examined them. Maya herself noticed Christina and glided over to her. Up close the slender Vulcan was revealed to be half a foot shorter than Curtis and in addition the slender Vulcan looked extremely delicate. Only the knowledge that the planet Vulcan’s higher gravity gave its natives the comparable strength of a human six inches taller assured Christina that Maya could pass the physical to serve in space. Well, that and Maya’s military record with the High Command.

Maya’s large hazel eyes scanned the new arrival, not only studying the face and but also moving downward and left and right. After a moment she spoke.

“Hello Captain, I didn’t expect someone from the command division to visit me on this fine day,” the little Vulcan greeted with an almost-smile. “I’m curious, did you ride the shuttlepod to the landing area here at the hospital or did you take a cab?”

"The shuttlepod landed here at the hospital," Christina responded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering how the doctor had been able to determine that she had been in a shuttlepod this morning. Perhaps there was some sort of particular smell associated with the craft - she had always heard that Vulcans had a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans. Or perhaps the doctor had happened by a window that looked in the direction of the landing area as Curtis was getting off. Maybe it was just a good guess on the doctor's part. "I came to observe your lesson," she said by way of explaining her presence, having not yet quite decided which of her three options was the more likely explanation.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be giving a lesson,” Doctor Maya replied. “I won’t be giving a lesson that involves cutting in any case. The matter is now one for the authorities. It seems our middle-aged Denobulan was murdered. Any dissection of the tissues would be tampering with the evidence.”

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|May 13th, 2155
| Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, Baltimore, Earth
| 0900hrs

Ever since its founding in 1893, the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine had always ranked in the top three research-centered medical schools. Even in the 22nd century it was on the cutting edge of medical practice and innovation. For over a century, physicians and interns had come from all over the world to teach and learn, and with the implementation of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that statement now extended to extraterrestrials.

In a spacious chamber under Johns Hopkins Hospital, Doctor Maya was teaching a number of medical students extraterrestrial medicine while conducting an autopsy of a bona fide extraterrestrial. Doctor Maya was a short, slender woman of indeterminate age. She had allowed the rather severe haircut favored by most of her people to grow out a bit and now her pageboy haircut had grown enough to hide the pointed tips of her ears. Likewise, she had allowed her dark bangs to grow enough to hide the severe slant of her eyebrows. Her almost egg white skin indicated that her ancestors had lived very close to the poles of her home planet of Vulcan.

“As you can see the subject of our examination is a male Denobulan of apparently middle age,” she said in a mezzosoprano voice with a strange Irish-sounding lilt. “At this point I must warn you that the Denobulan anatomy is considerably more complex than that of the terrestrial human. Even without cutting in, we can see many differences. Note the prominent facial ridges running down either side of the forehead to the cheeks, the enlarged brow ridge under a high receded hairline, that vertical crevice in the center of the forehead, and the ridged chin. These ridges are also found on their backs, along the spine. This is indicative of their advanced nervous system and musculature tissue which finds even more ingenious places to hide fatty cells than the Terran or Vulcan norm.”

She paused and addressed her students. “Now before we start cutting, I want you to examine the exterior of the body and propose your best hypothesis on how the subject lived and died. This will be an exercise in observation and analysis.”

Captain Curtis had stepped into the back of the chamber quietly whilst the doctor had been speaking, and stayed quietly at the back in the shadows; observing. She had spoken with Admiral Gardner after her conversation with Archer the night before, and this doctor was at the top of his list of members of the interspecies medical exchange program that was qualified for service aboard a starship. Doctor Maya had served with her native Vulcans as a doctor before joining the program, and since the Xindi event had been teaching xenobiology and medicine to students here on Earth. She was a prime candidate according to her record, but Christina wanted to observe her first, in the limited time that she had. It was well known in Starfleet that very few Vulcans had been able to serve aboard human ships for extended periods; Commander T'Pol being the only current exception to that rule. Observing the doctor in a teaching environment with other humans present and interacting with her would allow Curtis to determine whether Maya would be capable of working well with her own crew.

Maya’s three students huddled around the Denobulan’s remains and examined them. Maya herself noticed Christina and glided over to her. Up close the slender Vulcan was revealed to be half a foot shorter than Curtis and in addition the slender Vulcan looked extremely delicate. Only the knowledge that the planet Vulcan’s higher gravity gave its natives the comparable strength of a human six inches taller assured Christina that Maya could pass the physical to serve in space. Well, that and Maya’s military record with the High Command.

Maya’s large hazel eyes scanned the new arrival, not only studying the face and but also moving downward and left and right. After a moment she spoke.

“Hello Captain, I didn’t expect someone from the command division to visit me on this fine day,” the little Vulcan greeted with an almost-smile. “I’m curious, did you ride the shuttlepod to the landing area here at the hospital or did you take a cab?”

"The shuttlepod landed here at the hospital," Christina responded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering how the doctor had been able to determine that she had been in a shuttlepod this morning. Perhaps there was some sort of particular smell associated with the craft - she had always heard that Vulcans had a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans. Or perhaps the doctor had happened by a window that looked in the direction of the landing area as Curtis was getting off. Maybe it was just a good guess on the doctor's part. "I came to observe your lesson," she said by way of explaining her presence, having not yet quite decided which of her three options was the more likely explanation.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be giving a lesson,” Doctor Maya replied. “I won’t be giving a lesson that involves cutting in any case. The matter is now one for the authorities. It seems our middle-aged Denobulan was murdered. Any dissection of the tissues would be tampering with the evidence.”

"Murdered?" Christina asked, shocked at the sudden declaration. Surely if such an end for the unfortunate Denobulan had been in the file, the body would have been sent to a coroner or other forensic physician, and Maya wouldn't have told her students that they would begin cutting after their external observations. "I thought that the bodies donated for study were all cleared of any wrongful deaths before they came to the classroom?"

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|May 13th, 2155
| Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, Baltimore, Earth
| 0900hrs

Ever since its founding in 1893, the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine had always ranked in the top three research-centered medical schools. Even in the 22nd century it was on the cutting edge of medical practice and innovation. For over a century, physicians and interns had come from all over the world to teach and learn, and with the implementation of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that statement now extended to extraterrestrials.

In a spacious chamber under Johns Hopkins Hospital, Doctor Maya was teaching a number of medical students extraterrestrial medicine while conducting an autopsy of a bona fide extraterrestrial. Doctor Maya was a short, slender woman of indeterminate age. She had allowed the rather severe haircut favored by most of her people to grow out a bit and now her pageboy haircut had grown enough to hide the pointed tips of her ears. Likewise, she had allowed her dark bangs to grow enough to hide the severe slant of her eyebrows. Her almost egg white skin indicated that her ancestors had lived very close to the poles of her home planet of Vulcan.

“As you can see the subject of our examination is a male Denobulan of apparently middle age,” she said in a mezzosoprano voice with a strange Irish-sounding lilt. “At this point I must warn you that the Denobulan anatomy is considerably more complex than that of the terrestrial human. Even without cutting in, we can see many differences. Note the prominent facial ridges running down either side of the forehead to the cheeks, the enlarged brow ridge under a high receded hairline, that vertical crevice in the center of the forehead, and the ridged chin. These ridges are also found on their backs, along the spine. This is indicative of their advanced nervous system and musculature tissue which finds even more ingenious places to hide fatty cells than the Terran or Vulcan norm.”

She paused and addressed her students. “Now before we start cutting, I want you to examine the exterior of the body and propose your best hypothesis on how the subject lived and died. This will be an exercise in observation and analysis.”

Captain Curtis had stepped into the back of the chamber quietly whilst the doctor had been speaking, and stayed quietly at the back in the shadows; observing. She had spoken with Admiral Gardner after her conversation with Archer the night before, and this doctor was at the top of his list of members of the interspecies medical exchange program that was qualified for service aboard a starship. Doctor Maya had served with her native Vulcans as a doctor before joining the program, and since the Xindi event had been teaching xenobiology and medicine to students here on Earth. She was a prime candidate according to her record, but Christina wanted to observe her first, in the limited time that she had. It was well known in Starfleet that very few Vulcans had been able to serve aboard human ships for extended periods; Commander T'Pol being the only current exception to that rule. Observing the doctor in a teaching environment with other humans present and interacting with her would allow Curtis to determine whether Maya would be capable of working well with her own crew.

Maya’s three students huddled around the Denobulan’s remains and examined them. Maya herself noticed Christina and glided over to her. Up close the slender Vulcan was revealed to be half a foot shorter than Curtis and in addition the slender Vulcan looked extremely delicate. Only the knowledge that the planet Vulcan’s higher gravity gave its natives the comparable strength of a human six inches taller assured Christina that Maya could pass the physical to serve in space. Well, that and Maya’s military record with the High Command.

Maya’s large hazel eyes scanned the new arrival, not only studying the face and but also moving downward and left and right. After a moment she spoke.

“Hello Captain, I didn’t expect someone from the command division to visit me on this fine day,” the little Vulcan greeted with an almost-smile. “I’m curious, did you ride the shuttlepod to the landing area here at the hospital or did you take a cab?”

"The shuttlepod landed here at the hospital," Christina responded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering how the doctor had been able to determine that she had been in a shuttlepod this morning. Perhaps there was some sort of particular smell associated with the craft - she had always heard that Vulcans had a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans. Or perhaps the doctor had happened by a window that looked in the direction of the landing area as Curtis was getting off. Maybe it was just a good guess on the doctor's part. "I came to observe your lesson," she said by way of explaining her presence, having not yet quite decided which of her three options was the more likely explanation.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be giving a lesson,” Doctor Maya replied. “I won’t be giving a lesson that involves cutting in any case. The matter is now one for the authorities. It seems our middle-aged Denobulan was murdered. Any dissection of the tissues would be tampering with the evidence.”

"Murdered?" Christina asked, shocked at the sudden declaration. Surely if such an end for the unfortunate Denobulan had been in the file, the body would have been sent to a coroner or other forensic physician, and Maya wouldn't have told her students that they would begin cutting after their external observations. "I thought that the bodies donated for study were all cleared of any wrongful deaths before they came to the classroom?"

"The medical examiner missed a puncture wound in the victim's nasal cavity," the little Vulcan replied casually, "not that I blame him. The puncture was nearly indistinguishable from the interior pores that litter the Denobulan nasal cavity. If I hadn't taken my sabbatical on Denobula two years ago I would have missed it myself. It wasn't eating the food on your lovely planet that caused this man's fatal allergenic reaction. Someone injected him with extract from your peanut, which is as fatal to Denobulans as confections created from the beans of your cocoa tree is to your Terran canines. This man had a poison injected into his bloodstream and it went straight to his brain. He would have died in seconds."

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