Helicoptera. They're from my home. Hornet gave them to me.
[The appearance of her helmet makes him look up in unabashed fascination, the last sounds of his sentence trailing off. He's tempted to ask her to take it off and put it back on again so he can observe, but instead looks back down when she asks another question.]
I didn't create them, no, but I've performed repairs on them before.
[The whole ones are little more than a finger's length, with wings maybe a handspan wide. But their plating is razor-sharp, gleaming in the light; it's likely that when they're 'awake', their wings might be a safety hazard. Engraved on their scutes are markings in an alien language, but Samus' suit probably won't be able to read it. They have very tiny cameras as faces, but none of them are active. Noh-Varr offers a hesitant smile.]
It's strange how lovely I find them now, after I thought them all gone for so long. They're just bugs. [Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder.]
[Samus makes sure to scan every inch of the small bugs, absolutely fascinated by them. She looks back at Noh-Varr, scanner still active. Almost on instinct, she begins a quick scan of him, data scrolling down her helmet, visible to him in reverse. As soon as the scan is complete, Samus reaches up to her neck and presses a hidden switch, which causes it to disappear.]
Sorry for the distraction, force of habit. I like keeping a neat and complete archive. We can get started if you're ready.
[The scan will tell her little she doesn't already know and isn't in his file: that he's an insectoid xenobiological supersoldier, his bone and muscle density vastly greater than a human's, and nanoactive body fluids. DNA match to extraterrestrial life and...cockroach. Not an exact match to the common Earth type, but pretty much the closest equivalent. The only thing that might be of interest is the fact that Noh-Varr actually has pairs of some important organs--heart, kidnseys--though the 'inactive' set are smaller.
He extends his arm, flipping it over to offer the underside. His Kree uniform seems to liquify, retreating back up to his bicep and exposing his skin.]
[She's logged away the interesting scan data for analysis later. It would probably come in handy when she had to fill out that "questionnaire" on him...
When Noh-Varr's uniform pulls back up his arm, Samus blinks in surprise at the fact that even his clothes are made of the same material as his gun. What an interesting technology, she could imagine it being difficult to hurt him while he was wearing it, if it worked anything like that gun did.
Reaching to her side, Samus opens up the medical kit, preparing the needle, collection tube, and tourniquet necessary for drawing blood, as well as a small bottle of disinfectant and a cotton swab.]
We learned basic field medicine when I was in the military. The tools medical has to provide are a bit different than the ones I used back home, and it's been almost a decade since I've done this on someone other than myself... But hopefully I'm not too out of practice.
[Pulling off her gloves, her skin tight Zero Suit is underneath, form fitting enough to her hands that it's almost like a second layer of skin, allowing for plenty of dexterity. She grips Noh-Varr's arm gently and holds it straight, tying the tourniquet around his arm above the crook in his elbow. She begins wiping down the area of skin she plans to draw from with the cotton swab and disinfectant.]
I'll be honest, I've never met a Kree other than you. Meaning I've never drawn blood from one either. If I'm going to be in danger of hitting anything vital, please don't hesitate to stop me.
[Her worry amuses him a little--as if he wouldn't say something! The look he gives her, though, is less than confident. He's messing with her, but she doesn't need to know that.]
I'll just have to trust you, then.
[While she finishes up dabbing the crook of his arm, he stays silent, just watching her work. With his free hand, he sets aside the tiny parts of the helicoptera he'd been working on, to make sure they won't get in the way.
The needle pierces his skin after a few tries--it's thick, hence why he'd told her to get somethig heavy-duty. As she starts drawing, though, his arm begins to convulse in short bursts; he claps a hand over the tourniquet, breath coming out in quick pants; a scan will reveal his brain is firing off pain signals.]
Ah, Samus, I--
[He clenches his teeth shut. Best not to say anything, actually.]
[It's only perhaps two to three seconds before the vacuumed tube fills with blood, a process she can't exactly stop considering the way the tube is designed to fill to the pre-determined amount as soon as it begins to draw. So by the time the convulsions even register to her, the draw is already complete, and less than a little gently she is pulling that needle out as fast as she can to try and stop whatever she just did to him.
Eyes wide and hand pressing gauze to the puncture wound as hard as she can (which is quite arm-crushingly hard), Samus uses her other hand to grip Noh-Varr's forehead, staring into his eyes to try and determine whether or not he was seizing.]
Noh-Varr, can you hear me?? I told you to warn me if I was going to hit something vital!
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[The appearance of her helmet makes him look up in unabashed fascination, the last sounds of his sentence trailing off. He's tempted to ask her to take it off and put it back on again so he can observe, but instead looks back down when she asks another question.]
I didn't create them, no, but I've performed repairs on them before.
[The whole ones are little more than a finger's length, with wings maybe a handspan wide. But their plating is razor-sharp, gleaming in the light; it's likely that when they're 'awake', their wings might be a safety hazard. Engraved on their scutes are markings in an alien language, but Samus' suit probably won't be able to read it. They have very tiny cameras as faces, but none of them are active. Noh-Varr offers a hesitant smile.]
It's strange how lovely I find them now, after I thought them all gone for so long. They're just bugs. [Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder.]
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[Samus makes sure to scan every inch of the small bugs, absolutely fascinated by them. She looks back at Noh-Varr, scanner still active. Almost on instinct, she begins a quick scan of him, data scrolling down her helmet, visible to him in reverse. As soon as the scan is complete, Samus reaches up to her neck and presses a hidden switch, which causes it to disappear.]
Sorry for the distraction, force of habit. I like keeping a neat and complete archive. We can get started if you're ready.
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He extends his arm, flipping it over to offer the underside. His Kree uniform seems to liquify, retreating back up to his bicep and exposing his skin.]
What kind of medical experience do you have?
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When Noh-Varr's uniform pulls back up his arm, Samus blinks in surprise at the fact that even his clothes are made of the same material as his gun. What an interesting technology, she could imagine it being difficult to hurt him while he was wearing it, if it worked anything like that gun did.
Reaching to her side, Samus opens up the medical kit, preparing the needle, collection tube, and tourniquet necessary for drawing blood, as well as a small bottle of disinfectant and a cotton swab.]
We learned basic field medicine when I was in the military. The tools medical has to provide are a bit different than the ones I used back home, and it's been almost a decade since I've done this on someone other than myself... But hopefully I'm not too out of practice.
[Pulling off her gloves, her skin tight Zero Suit is underneath, form fitting enough to her hands that it's almost like a second layer of skin, allowing for plenty of dexterity. She grips Noh-Varr's arm gently and holds it straight, tying the tourniquet around his arm above the crook in his elbow. She begins wiping down the area of skin she plans to draw from with the cotton swab and disinfectant.]
I'll be honest, I've never met a Kree other than you. Meaning I've never drawn blood from one either. If I'm going to be in danger of hitting anything vital, please don't hesitate to stop me.
kidnseys........... fml
I'll just have to trust you, then.
[While she finishes up dabbing the crook of his arm, he stays silent, just watching her work. With his free hand, he sets aside the tiny parts of the helicoptera he'd been working on, to make sure they won't get in the way.
The needle pierces his skin after a few tries--it's thick, hence why he'd told her to get somethig heavy-duty. As she starts drawing, though, his arm begins to convulse in short bursts; he claps a hand over the tourniquet, breath coming out in quick pants; a scan will reveal his brain is firing off pain signals.]
Ah, Samus, I--
[He clenches his teeth shut. Best not to say anything, actually.]
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Eyes wide and hand pressing gauze to the puncture wound as hard as she can (which is quite arm-crushingly hard), Samus uses her other hand to grip Noh-Varr's forehead, staring into his eyes to try and determine whether or not he was seizing.]
Noh-Varr, can you hear me?? I told you to warn me if I was going to hit something vital!