Oh, I see! [he has to admit, Mizuki does have a point about the ship's weirdness] I suppose one person's 'strange' is another person's 'everyday.' I've gotten my share of odd looks since arriving here, so I can sympathize.

[Now that his initial shock has worn off, Pal turns his focus entirely onto scientific matters. Once again, he holds up the vial and peers at it, nodding at the instructions, which sound sensible. He makes a note to himself to track down this Ebalon to learn more.] May I ask what sort of toxins you produce? Neurological? Hematopoietic? Necrotic?