#criticalswap

"Yeah, yeah. Secret's... uh. Safe with me, I suppose? I'm sure there's something legal in the way of me telling people this sort of stuff anyways. In normal... medical terms, anyways. In certain situations, that is. Either way, it's not that big of a deal." He listened to Daisuke fumble over the name of the ointment several times before just giving up, nodding. "...Capsaicin. Leave it to him to need it, I suppose." He shut the previous cabinets, getting up and heading over to a counter where said ointment was clearly sat. He picked it up, just handing it to Daisuke. "Yeah. You can take it. Glad you asked first, though. Would've been a fucking mess trying to figure out where it went if I noticed just one thing was slightly off in this room." It is kind of where he spent most of his time, after all.

...Not one of the questions he was expecting to be asked today. Especially not from Daisuke? He just shrugged, looking around for a moment before walking up to a cabinet, leaning down and opening it. He'd leave actually getting them to Daisuke, he was just showing him where they were. Honestly, it was hard to understand what Daisuke was saying half the time, especially when he spoke so quickly. He got the gist. "I mean, yeah. Right in here. We have a fair amount of them, so. Take what you think you'll need, I guess?" He didn't really connect the dots. He didn't think about it more than he had to, he didn't care to, either. It was probably better not to ask. He clearly had everything fairly organized, easier to find things quickly that way. Including these. "...Health is nothing to be ashamed about, I suppose."

"I don't hate people, they just tend to irritate me. On purpose. Forgive me for being a little upset at our limited supplies just being purposely broken in front of my eyes. ...Also. What? Curly. You could really just say Curly. Not that I'm agreeing with you, you just seem to forget how to say a person's name properly. Do you have a bad memory? There's a lot of causes for that, sure wish I could find out about my own bad memory's reasoning." "As for why I took this job, well. Yeah. Curly. He thought I wouldn't handle being the role they had assigned me originally, rather it was accidentally, or my own purposeful choice. I don't mind this job too much. I don't actually have to act on it too much, given we're in space and the most I really have to do is assign pills on occasion." "Though, I've always had a fascination for the human body, I suppose. Just how we work, how we function. How much it would take to actually kill us. It varies depending on a number of traits, actually. Curly knew about that, wanted to get me a job he thought 'better suited me' with the same amount of pay. I don't know what the original role would've been like, but seems like they've already filled that role in." "This girl named Anya, was it? Hard to recall names. If you ask me, she seems to be stressed constantly. Really not good for her. Then there's the problem of people not really coming to me when they're actually in need of help. She acts like she hates me or something." He still thinks he could handle it way better than she ever could, but this was his role, this was his job, and he was fine here. ...For the most part.

"...Go to a medical professional that isn't stuck in space with a limited number of supplies immediately. Just because it tasted like mint somehow, doesn't mean you should eat it. I can't help you."

"...First off, don't do that. Secondly, if it's just a small amount by accident. It shouldn't cause too much harm. It wouldn't be pleasant, but it should pass through your body just fine, or at least with only mild complications. However, it's not recommended, and normally not safe in larger amounts. A number of things could happen." "There's the obvious choking hazard if you decide to inhale a big piece of it at once for some reason. And of course, blockage. Your body is not fit to digest these types of things. Eating any amount of it is bad, but it's only really likely to kill you if you do it frequently, and in large amounts." "Even then, with the right medical attention you could probably be saved. No guarantees, though. Bad idea all in all anyways, don't fucking do it."

He sighed, sweeping the powder from the pills up, along with the smashed bits of capsule. He didn't use these often anyways, but it would probably be nice to have some for the rest of the crew. In emergency scenarios, pills are actually quite handy. "Now, why would you do that? Fuck off, will you? You're just putting everyone on this damn ship at more risk of running out of supplies, you aren't gaining anything from this."

"It's edible enough. Probably not the greatest for us, but it won't cause long lasting harm. Might be a little uncomfortable, it also doesn't really taste the greatest, and at most will cause nausea, probably. It's actually mainly dried food. See, in space that's all you're really gonna get. The ingredients machine is... a little weird, and it seems like if they could make that they could afford to give us better meals, but it is what it is I guess." "The powders just give our food kick to it, and makes it more complete I suppose. I wouldn't recommend eating it in any other circumstance however, and we certainly have a limited supply of it. Overall. It's not the worst, however there's preferable food out there and healthier alternatives, like canned food." "So it's not gonna go and kill you for eating it. It's just unpleasant, and may have some mild side effects."