Making A Change

HISS!

A small peristaltic pump on the outside of the housing pulsed four times, drawing fifty milliliters of dark heavy crimson up into a clear sealed flask. 

The needle slid back out of his arm, the port in the quartz closed without leaking a single drop of the mineral bath, and a little mechanical tray extended from the base of the dais, presenting the warm glass flask right to her hands.

[Take it, Crew Unit Chloe,] the AI said, its dry voice softened by a rare and almost imperceptible note of approval. [You declined to eat the dead raider vermin, you declined to lick the Master Captain off the bridge floor and you dismantled three hostile combatants with your bare hands… He would be proud of your restraint.]

The tray clicked into place, and the AI added a sharp drawl that made the boundaries very clear.