Good. Perfect. "All right. Let's give it a range of one forty to one sixty and factor in a heightened metabolism. I'm assuming you have a heightened metabolism? Doubled? More or less?" She's working while she talks, making adjustments, learning how this machine works by making mistakes and correcting them. She accidentally has it spit out one vial of an anti-venom that she's pretty sure could take down an elephant. Not good. Trying again, then.