"She is, as far as I can tell, really pink." Dr. Mitchell sighed. "Weirdest damn thing ever. I can't exactly send anything for testing unless I have her permission either, so...what can you do?" Except stitch up a shoulder, get her to x-rays to check those bones, bind some ribs, patch a few other milder cuts...

"Feh, Rudy." Yeeeeah, no telling what that kid would find. "You want a chair in here then? Or a chair in the hall?"