"Oh, plenty! You ought to get your vents clean out more often."

Flipping a swab out of his wrist compartment, Spinister takes a quick swab of the inside of the vent before clicking it into a container and putting it away.

"It looks like pollen of some sort alright, but I'm not a xenobiologist and just because it's on you, doesn't mean it's doing the thing."

There's a beat. Spinister sits there awkwardly for a moment.

"Also, do you want me to, uh, do the thing?"