Lance continued to work on the screens. A three dimensional image forming on the screen. He finally heard moving around behind him. Shrinking the image and moving it to a small corner of the screen. Moving screens around until a plain blue screen was up. The levitating chair lowered fully for him to get off. He turned and looked at her. What in hells name was she doing? "You shouldn't be trying to get up so soon." he said. Studying her. Picking up a scanner that looked straight out of star trek he began moving it down her. Nodding his head every now and then. He looked at her. "I saved your life." He said rather bluntly. ~Sir...I am not sure that answer will suffice.~ He glanced to the ceiling. "I don't see why not. It is quite straightforward." He looked back at her. "You were nearly a hundred percent dead when I tripped over you in the Arabian desert." He turned the scanner off and set it on a table not far from there. He went over to the cabinet and pulled out a syring and a spray. Spraying her arm before drawing blood. Pressing his hand on the bleeding spot and it stopped bleeding. He then took the blood over to a machine and stuck it in. ~Proceesing. Blood count at 92%. White cells at nearly 100% recovered rate.~ The computer informed him. "Good. Then she is beginning to get fully back to herself." He said to it. Looking at her. "I am Lance Stormyriver. I do not know your name merely that I saved your life."