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VIKI: There was an explosion at the refinery, and we're stacking corpses like carbon tailings.

VIKI: I need red-reo medical techs, and resucitation gear.

PERI: I want to help, Viki, but I'm not a tech, and I don't have any medical gear.

VIKI: You're a mercenary, aren't you? Doesn't your company have battlefield medics?

PERI: Our doctor is alright, but our medic is more like a mobile cutlery station.

NEEKA: ... who saved your life.

SCHLOCK: Her hearing's pretty good, too.