The Female Doctor laid her small hand on the soft, rod-shaped object. In an instant, her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out. She stood there trembling as if her soul had left her body.
"Wow. Is it really that good?"
Harley had slipped into the ship at some point. Seeing Aphra looking as though she was about to break, she widened her eyes in curiosity.
"That's a normal reaction. We're talking about thousands of years of memories and knowledge."
Su Ming took two steps back and stood calmly beside the Hook Spore Humanoid. He offered him a cigarette and lit one for himself.
"Even though this master was trapped here after death, his Symbiote kept training and researching. With so many memories flooding into her head at once, of course Aphra's swimming in an ocean of knowledge."
"Oh, but she looks like she's drowning. Hee-hee."
Harley laughed and pointed at the woman. The shivering archaeologist had started blowing white foam like soap bubbles, and quite a lot of it.
Had she secretly drunk milk behind everyone's backs? Maybe Sana had brought her some dairy products?
"She does." Su Ming's mouth twisted. He couldn't let Aphra die here or turn into an idiot. "Spore Master, do you have a plan for this? Her brain doesn't seem able to handle the strain."
Hook Spore placed a large blue hand on Aphra's head and used Force Healing. With his other hand, he copied Deathstroke, holding the cigarette between his fingers and bringing it to his mouth.
He narrowed his eyes and blew out a cloud of smoke, looking unconcerned.
"It's a minor problem. Life Force is particularly good at healing. She'll be fine."
"All right, but maybe not as good as you say. Otherwise, how did this Host Master die here?"