"I can handle it," Brainiac 5 answered swiftly, both because it was true - he was a little slower than normal but it wasn't entirely beyond his capacity at the moment - and because he wasn't comfortable with the idea of Muraki helping him, doctor or no.
"My torso wasn't a major site of tampering," he began as he slowly tugged the shirt up and over his head. "But with the use of liquid technology, I can't be sure where it all ended up, assuming it has stopped moving, or what effects it might have."
With the shirt finally clear of his head, he folded it to the best of his ability right now and set it on the bed next to him. Presumably Muraki would want to inspect the points the doctor had used for injections, as well as his general physical condition, but the exact methods he'd use for such things he wasn't entirely certain of. Physical exams without highly advanced computers had died out centuries ago from his perspective.
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"My torso wasn't a major site of tampering," he began as he slowly tugged the shirt up and over his head. "But with the use of liquid technology, I can't be sure where it all ended up, assuming it has stopped moving, or what effects it might have."
With the shirt finally clear of his head, he folded it to the best of his ability right now and set it on the bed next to him. Presumably Muraki would want to inspect the points the doctor had used for injections, as well as his general physical condition, but the exact methods he'd use for such things he wasn't entirely certain of. Physical exams without highly advanced computers had died out centuries ago from his perspective.