He was typing away. The keys lighting up on the virtual keyboard as he works. He didn't realize the person he'd saved was awake yet. He hears a groan and turns. Pushing up his oversized glasses. Looking at her. Wondering if she was alright. He stands and looks her over. Grabbing the scanner he invented he walks over. Running the scanner over her. It looked out of a Star Trek movie. He listens to her talk. His glasses falling down. "Not a miracle worker. Merely a super genius scientist." comes his teenager voice. He looks at the scanner.<br/><br/>"Recovering nicely even mentally. Though..." he scans her head again. "....hmmm...." he then looks at her. "Your having mental anguish for some silly reason or other. In any case your not quite ready to go back into the battlefield Miss General." he puts the scanner into the folds of his labcoat. He wore his pants beneath it and looks at her. "My name is Stormyriver but white men calle me Lance."