Clarke takes his gesture as an invitation, and even goes so far as to pull up a rolling doctor stool and sit down at the edge of the counter. Props an elbow on the countertop and stares at the blood samples like they might spoil Palamedes' scientific reveal. But even if they do hold that secret in their little vials, she can't see it. The Ark's medical bay had been maintained as well it could be, but it was still rotting away like the rest of the ship had been. If they'd once had the most advanced machinery known to mankind, at the end it'd all been dismantled and they'd not even had enough painkillers to soothe the passing of the dying.

So, yeah, no. She has no idea what she's actually looking for in these petri dishes. Stares intently for a few seconds, then turns expectantly to look at Pal and wait for him to fill in the gaps.