There's been a fight here. You can tell because of the heap of human remains in a corner, the broken furniture that's been tossed around, and the large stains of blood everywhere.
It's a mess. And to make matters even worse some crew member apparently decided to bleed all over the computers. Everything is shorted out. Civilians, huh? Can't even die properly. The only working piece of technology you find is a pad with graphs of historical sensor data and scribbled formulas. Not a chance that you'd understand it, and you don't have time to study it anyhow. But there's something familiar about those formulas. Something in the back of your head, from training.
Oh! You've got it! You've seen similar ones in chemical and nuclear warfare classes. It's about... uh... the mutational effects of environmental agents? Something like that. A mouthful of long words, anyway.