Captain Sarah Morgan
"Not that unusual. If it immobilizes the prey, he doesn't have to work as hard to catch it after just one swipe. You know, they say that some snakes swallow their prey while paralyzed but still alive.... The secretion could have induced paralysis and the cold could have induced bradycardia... Though with the damn sweet time security took to get us an escort to the site of the skirmish, this poor guy is now literally a stiff. We don't have even close what we would need to try to bring him back.... well and then keep him alive."
Sarah leans back against a tent pole and closes her eyes, deep in thought. After a few moments she begins to muse aloud. So, can we tell what he died from? Cardiac arrest, hypothermia, bleeding to death? Sarah opens her eyes and approaches the body. She lifts one arm and furrows her brow. "Seems a bit unlikely it was death by hypothermia... he's pretty cold still. OK, for giggles let's hook him up to an EKG and see if there is any cardiac action at all, before we do anything invasive."
After hooking up the leads and watching the flat line trace across the screen for several minutes, Sarah sighs, as much out of frustration as in relief. "OK, so he's not playing possum." She reaches over and selects a scalpel from the tray of surgical tools and begins an incision into the deceased airman's abdomen. Finding the descending aorta and inferior vena cava, she makes longitudinal incisions into each vessel.
"Dang! So, Nagle... Loser has to drink some of that sludge they call coffee? Our boy here died of a systemic embolism. That yellow goop is a potent coagulation factor! she says as she grabs a fistful of coagulated blood from the aorta. "His blood turned to jelly on him."
"With that mystery solved, let's leave him in a descent state." Sarah says, her normally flip demeanor and morbid curiosity suddenly gone as she begins to close up the incision. "I suppose in the end we should ring him up to the Hammond to join his other crewmates," she says morosely, her facade slipping as the adrenaline wore off. She was dead tired of everything and needed some rest.
"So," she says tiredly to Nagle as she removes her gown and gloves and cleans up, "about that coffee," she manages with only a small and tired smile.