"To one of us? No, not that I know of," Rory says, as he finishes up with the scan. The wing, too, gets a tricorder passing over it, which gives him a moment to inspect it too.

"In general ... I'm afraid you'd have to ask Dr Crusher that. I'm not from here; been ripped from time and space and brought here too, just like you. My wife and I were separated from a good friend of ours. I'm surprised he hasn't found us yet."

Scan finished, the data taking only seconds to process and load into the main system, Rory reaches for the hypospray and begins to prepare it.