"If it were a transmitter problem or a virus or something, it'd have shown up in the medical scanner."

Stumped, Spinister sits himself down crossed legged in front of Pipes and flips out a flashlight before waving him over. Might as well get comfortable and more minibot-height: this was going to take a while.

"Nanites maybe? Something's gotta be disguised well enough that the standard readouts aren't giving me anything."