Last spark from the ashes

"That will be helpful, thank you- ah, both." He means it, especially because a Ghost on hand is very good for data analysis. Dr Saab shows her through to the little examination area, which is somewhat larger to allow for his workstation, the adjustable bed and space for people to crowd around the patient. While he explains, he motions an invitation for her to sit up on the bed, and starts fetching things out from a set of airtight drawers.

"We'll do some very simple tests to start with, okay? First I'm just going to take some swabs from your skin and throat, then I'll draw a little bit of blood from you if that's okay. Those will help me to understand what kind of diseases you may have had before compared to the ones here in the City. It will also tell me if there are any substances here that you might have a bad - that is, an allergic reaction to." He steals a glance at her face: he seems to be struggling to decide at what level he ought to explain all this. She seems very comfortable in the clinic (also, very clean, properly nourished and well-dressed) but there are exactly no guarantees about what medical knowledge a person born on the outside might have.

He doesn't offer Blaze a seat, maybe because she very promptly assumes a position against the far wall, leaning casually against it. She's watching with an air of curiosity for the moment, the Ghost hanging back beside her.