It wasn't often Trance was on the other side of the scanner. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Or what they would make of her. The last time she had been poked and prodded with medical instruments it had been the equivalent of torture and the scientist had been trying to figure out how to kill her. Spoiler: he couldn't. Andromeda hadn't been that scientific about her lack of vitals. She got shot. She died. She got better. Dylan had tried to give them the equivalent of a microchip but for some reason Trance's had never worked. Gee, wonder why.

So, it was with an ounce of trepidation that Trance entered the room and sat down. This would be interesting.

(OOC: Trance's medical records!)