Last spark from the ashes

She looks amused. The doctor is kind and seems to have a good bedside manner, and she can appreciate that. But when he's done explaining, she looks to Blaze without really responding. She's either asking for permission or giving a warning.

Probably the latter, since she's just going to tell him now. "Dr. Saab. I'm not a refugee Blaze found wandering outside of the city. I'm from an alternate dimension." Really man, how many refugees have shiny new glasses and sweet ink? "So yeah, you're probably going to want to do all kinds of cultures. I don't know of any allergies, but it's probably a good idea to double-check since things here are so different. And yes, you have my permission for a blood draw. I'm not really afraid of needles."