The bulb reacted, expanding into a square box that looked like a small monitor. The surface glimmered into a flat sheen, and letters in Standard appeared. [Identification required for further access]
It waited.
Still a bit perplexed, "I am Dr. Carlisle. One of the doctors that is overseeing Ambassador Celana D'amondra's care. I am here to check in on her." He still had little idea what to make of the... whatever it was he was now confronted with. He had not seen her in some time, and this was one hell of a development.
There was a moment when it seemed to be processing this information. Then more letters appeared. [Carlisle, epidemiologist, Starfleet. Pheromone signature confirmed. Access granted]
Then the monitor wiped clean, and [Good morning, Dr. Carlisle. How may we help you today?]
-S
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