"I thought you were a medic by training!" I heard Miss Plenar insist.
I grinned. "The study of medical science consists of a number of scientific fields, including organic chemistry. Back when I was studying it, there was a NetJournal I used to read by a professional chemist about Things They Won't Work With. It was a raconteur's guide to some of the most unpleasant or scary chemicals around. There was an entry about a substance that would burn sand and at least half a dozen about particularly explosive chemicals. If there's any trace left I might be able to run chemical analysis and figure out what it was that blew up."
"You know how do that?" She asked.
"Mostly. I'd need to have the reference for what the different peaks and shapes on the spectrometer actually mean, and some different chemical references, but yeah, I could work it out. They didn't let you have the references in class, but class was years and years ago, so I'd call that a draw. I did get a 95 in the class." I didn't need to tell her that I only got a 60 in that section.