"Oh. Of course," It made perfect sense, "Not the most precise instrument, I would imagine. Where did the medical supplies come from?"

So far, he'd heard of two possibilities. They could have been found in a previously unexplored area of the station, or they could have been among the objects that seemed to appear without explanation.

The machine was whirring to life as Alucard mentioned the thirium. After a moment, a small vial of thick, syrupy blue liquid was produced.

"Good," He said with a quiet sigh of relief as he slipped his hand away, skin recovering his fingers. He picked up the vial, giving the small sample a visual inspection before dipping the tip of his finger in the viscous liquid. His finger moved to his mouth without hesitation and, he hoped, before Alucard could protest, licking the sample to get a reading on it.

"It's thirium. The replicator seems to have produced an acceptable sample," He stated, tilting his head again to look at it. The little vial had come with a lid, so he promptly sealed the container, though he wasn't completely sure what he should do with it now.