[He blinks up at her and grins a little stupidly, shaking the vials before getting up to shove one into a centrifuge machine, and the other sample in the fridge. He'll swing by CONDOR later to see if he can pull a few favors.]

Sort of. They have a whole department now, but it was just me and one other guy for a while. I'm not really involved with them anymore. Waaaay too much paperwork and not enough autopsies. [he blinks, realising what he just said.]

Not that, I uh. Not that I would like, cut you open or anything. Or do that. To friendly aliens.