ELF: You've got medical training, right? We're down to zero non-quarantined medics.
EBBY: I learned anatomy so I could hurt people. We're better off tapping one of the Gavs.
ELF: They all have those retro-exo-nannies in 'em. I'm not going to let them into these barracks, let alone touch my people.
EBBY: Could they advise?
THURL: The medically-trained Gavs were all over in Medical, where they're now either undead or ash.
ELF: Our health plan is starting to look a lot like "jump in the nearest cryokit and wait for payday."