Lance was used to skeptical looks. They always gave him skeptical looks. It had to be his age. "By the way the process I used enhanced your charisma. It also did like three other traits. I'm not sure which. We'll see them come to light as you recover. Not if when. Your body went under trying ordeal. Almost dying will do that to you. I had to cleanse you body of sand and burnt flesh. Then use hormones to speed up the regrowth of skin cells." He smiled at her grimly. "In essential you've become a better soldier than before. Probably better looking but I'm not sure. I only knew you were military by the charred remains of your uniform. Don't worry I'll replicate you other clothing when you are better. Right now you are a patient and need to wear the hospital gown." He said.<br/><br/>He pulled on seemingly air and a computer face appeared. ~Lord Stormyriver. How good to see you. What can I do for you?~ The computer face asked. "I need you to analyze the imput data I am sending you from the medical scanner." He said seriously. He then slid the scanner down the computer face's face. Then set the scanner aside. ~Scanning. Process for alalyzation beginning. I will buzz when I am through. I will inform of any negative changes as well as if things are as accurate as your phaser scanner says.~ "Good." He said simply. "Though I already know its accurate its never a harm to get a second opinion."<br/><br/>He looked at her. "I am a scientist whose intelligence would make Albert Einstein seem average intelligence." he explained. He was certain she would give him disbelief. He looked at her. "I needed to check your blood count. As I said you are my patient until otherwise told." He then pushed the invisible screen away as the computer face vanished as did the virtual computer screen. "You are in my labratory home that is on a moving island that moves around the ocean. I tend to not stay in one place too long." He explained. "You are in a very secure location ideal for speeding up recovering without hinderence from outside sources."<br/><br/>He paused as she introduced herself. "Of any relation to General Derik Flannel of the Fifth division?" He asked curiously. He then looked at her seriously. His tone filled with no signs of kidding or playing around. "I honestly don't care what branch you serve. I fought with your government to save your life. Not that I planned to wait. I planned to do it even if I had lost the battle against them." He took the scanner and roamed it down her backside then around to the front. He looked at the scanner. Nodding his head. "The results are the same three times. Even without the computers double check I am certain things are recovering as planned." He then put the scanner on a table away from her.<br/><br/>He looked at her. "Any questions?" He asked. Sounding serious and rather mature for his young age. His glasses fell and revealed his smexy face. He pushed them up. "Are you hungry?" he asked a moment later. "Thirsty?" He asked after another pause. "Need a blanket? I heard these things are necessary for dealing with patients. I do not know. I tend to be antisocial." He said. He went to the levitating seat and sat on it. It rose up again and he typed in the keys that lit up on the side. It hovered so that he was eye level with her.