Nick didn't say or do much as the examination began. At most, he simply pushed the stool over to a cabinet -keeping the divider wholly between him and them- and used the rigid counter top as a backrest as he waited. He didn't need to know everything, nor was he going to be the kind of commander that had to be present for every little thing that concerned his conscript. But he was the kind of commander to take precautions. It was a wonder how small you could get machines nowadays, and as the samples of blood was carried past him, a small smile curled onto his face, just for a moment. He wondered whether or not the safety precautions were put in when the blood sample was taken, or would come from the 'vitamins' that Thing 1 was suggesting she take. Nick simply turned to look to Neda, giving her a look as to tell her to remember her own checkup. "How about cybernetics and other augments?" Nick asked as he stood.<br/><br/>"I would be a bit hesitant to administer any anesthesia right now, but, once her diet improves, it is plausible," Robinson said, turning and beginning to jot something down on one of the many notepads.<br/><br/>"Alright, well, have whatever you want her to take sent up to my quarters," Nick said before gesturing for Neda to follow him to the door. It was only a handful of steps before Nick opened another door, letting out quite a bit of machinery noise as well as some music aggressively attempting to beat the sound of metalwork. The room was well lit, but the fact that the dentist like chair in the middle was stained in grease -though it looked as clean as it could be- and the cabinets and counter tops were housing numerous parts and bits of metal made the room just seem darker. Because of the clutter and 'darker' feel to the room, it was easy to miss that this room was bigger than the doctor's office. There was no one in the chair at the moment, but a few mechanical limbs were in place on said chair, as a pit crew was working on each piece, while others were building one thing or another, or disassembling something, or any manner of technical labor.<br/><br/>The pair of them did not stay long. Nick simply whistled and moved over to a counter, grabbing a sheet of paper from a stack. A man poked his head up from the chair, his face a bit greasy, but unmistakably the same face that had just examined Neda in the other room. Nick gave him a nod and the man waved. "That's Thing 2. Jeremy Robinson," Nick explained, handing Neda the paper and leading her back out of the room. "You dont need any check up from him, unless you have an augmentation you haven't told us about." The paper was more of a packet, giving short summaries on all of the available cybernetics and augmentations available to the Kingdom Private Military. With what Dr. Robinson said, Nick was not forcing anything onto her, but if there was something she thought would be nice to have, Nick was willing to think on it for later. Regardless, it gave him something to occupy Neda with as they headed back to the elevator.