[He nods, and withdraws the backpack he'd been leaning against, displaying a number of shots similar to insulin or epinephrine. They're categorized, labeled, and sealed in a box Thrawn keeps shut tight]

The caf is in Wu Xin's cabin alongside his food replicator. I will need to go to him for those.

I did not think sitting around for the requisite three-to-six days, on average, this flood may last would beneficial when we share opposite schedules. Nor do I imagine you wish to be asleep while I cart you around the ship. We have at least one adversary here.