Telaliel follows the captain quietly through the halls, wondering exactly what they would find out from the doctor.  Up until a short while ago it had been simply an academic question.  One that the philosophers of the academia batted around periodically, thought never expected to ever actually find out.  Years of discussion, of debate on the nature of change, of what the Allies had done, of 10,000 years of history would be resolved with a few drops of blood and a few moments with the ship doctor.<br/><br/>The news that the test would not take any blood was a definite relief, but just as she relaxed and let out a breath she didn't really realize she was holding, the doctor plucked out one of her hair.  She frowned slightly at the doctor, gently rubbing at the spot where the hair was pulled from, not quite glowering.  The test was surprisingly quick, at least, and...she had absolutely no idea what the display might say.  Looking to the captain it didn't look like he had a much better idea either.  At least they were both equally lost in this instance.<br/><br/>She perked slightly at the news that so little had changed.  In some ways that was a relief, yet in others it left something of a quandary of potential legal problems.  She blinks a bit as she's handed the hair, puzzled as she is still working her way through the various repercussions of the announcement.  "Um...how would you suggest to dispose of it?"  She asked, to  no one in particular.  At least it was hair...in retrospect, she wasn't sure what their systems would make of her augmentations.  She looks up to the captain a moment and smiles, "so...who would be the best person to speak to about the law in this regard?  I...would like to find out how this is going to affect our standing with your EDF...are they going to try to claim Ælphera if Ælpherans are, genetically, fundamentally human?"