First Aid was getting a pretty good idea that the thing that was affecting him was probably the issue with Miria as well, based on that wonderful shiver through her frame any time his hands brushed over her skin. With the frame of mind he's in, 'interface' makes his thoughts immediately jump to the slang application, but it's obvious enough that's not what she meant.

His throat cabling bobs at the implications of all this. Ohhh boy.

"I'm going to plug into you to get a better diagnostic of your systems," he explains, unspooling a cable from the side of his head. They'd managed to get some diagnostic pads up and running, but they weren't yet up to speed with full and updated read-outs.

First Aid searches her head and neck, looking for a similar port to plug into.