"Do you really expect medical to lie to you over something that could be harmful to the crew? Patient confidentiality aside, I have no interest in letting alien parasitic brain slugs gain a secret foothold on the ship. Lying to you only exacerbates an existing problem." Rory frowned at the patient, shaking his head. "You don't trust us, I can understand that, but at least give us some credit, Marco. We're not idiots. It doesn't matter that you think you're the only one with any intelligence on board, we've actually been trained for this."

Not this particular situation, but some of them had even dealt with stranger things. He sighed. "Now, unless you have directions to your secret stash of food so that we can test it and make certain it wasn't a common element consumed among the lot of you, I think we're done here. Thank you for the information, I'm sure it will be helpful in finding a solution."