This was just... weird. All weird. The scanner was feeding out information that Leonard, despite seeing aliens walk through the room, simply wasn't prepared for. It was clear she was some level of human at some point, but the patchwork genetics that were taking place here were just unusual. Although her skin didn't scream Frankenstein's monster, the genetics certainly did.

Normally he would ask for a blood sample, but this was just a scan. Just a scan. He'd explain to Beverly later the psychological implications of forcing a sample and get one later if or when she was more willing.

But for the time being, he pulled the scanner away and set it back on the table. "Go ahead and lay down for me. The bed'll scan you and give you the rest of the information I need. I might have a few questions but then that'll be it, okay?"