Stranger in a Strange Land

As the trio arrived to the examination room, Ambrose's watchful and careful eyes would take momentary stock over everything readily available and what was or was not currently pulled from its storage. He had not anticipated Momo to prepare everything in truth, but what she had managed to get ready was more than he had thought likely. Giving one quick, affirmative nod the Tuffle would step into the room and towards the much taller woman. Taking a moment to let her finish the search she had going Ambrose would then speak up, directing his attention to his apparent partner.

"I can handle the rest from here.", while carrying a degree of authority, there was a softness to his voice as he spoke to the taller woman. She would give him a momentary look of defiance before shrugging with a nod and stepping to the side. Momo would carefully slip by Celeh, making her way to Mitama who had taken interest in a potted plant near the room's entrance. Quickly scurrying around the room, Ambrose would pull a series of instruments out of various drawers or cabinets around the room and begin to assemble a few devices on the spot with little thought otherwise.

He would then lift up a slightly modified hand scouter, various vital components either heavily modified with wiring or outright replaced. "This should help with an initial scan, at least to assess for any aberrations." Tossing a tinted visor to the Saiyan woman and motioning to Momo and Mitama Ambrose would speak again, "Just to be safe wear that... this thing might emit an intense ultraviolet emission." He would loo over the device and shrug after saying this and follow this statement up with another. "I think at least, let us call it a working theory?"

Seemingly willfully oblivious to the ongoing of the room, Mitama's attention immediately turned to a potted fern that sat beside the room's entrance. It was a sort of plant she was not immediately familiar with. Perhaps it was not native to this planet or was from a part the young girl had yet to read about in any of Ambrose's books. Whatever was the case, the tiny hand of the Bioandroid lifted with hesitation before brushing against the fuzzy stem leading to a single leaf. Before too much contact could be established, however, the spot where Mitama's hand hit the plant began to rapidly wither away until all that remained was a desiccated stem sprouting from the root trunk of the fern. "Oh no, Mitama hurt the plant.", she would say to herself as she looked to the ground in embarrassment. After a moment she would feel the hand of Mom rest atop her head, easing her frustration some.

"Remember, I told you to be careful around plants.", the Shinjin's words were soft yet equally firm as she spoke, carrying more compassion than authority as she did so. This would be met with a quiet and subdued, "Yes Mama." before the woman and the girl would turn to face the doorway at Ambrose's gesture. While Mitama's back was turned Momo would take a moment to gently caress the now dead stump of a branch of the fern and with a soft, silver light cause a new bud to sprout from the ones dead plant life.

Ambrose would shake his head at Celeh's question, lifting the device upwards and adjusting it one final time before readying it. "Just hold still a moment as this performs a flash test." The older Tuffle would say before tampering with some cables and linking them to the tool in his hand. "A preliminary scan was performed when you entered the room and no vitals seem off, but I want to start by flashing a large sum of artificial energy against you. Using that I will have an outline of your own residual energy against that wise image." He would give a brief explanation of the process to the Saiyan, whether she understood it or not.

"Interesting...", Ambrose would reply to Celeh's comment on temperature and nod to himself. "We will keep that in mind for after the scan, it may be pertinent." Lifting the device forwards, giving it some final adjustments before initiating the scanning sequence. In an almost instantaneous moment, a flash of light consumed the room and then faded into nothingness as quickly as it came. Only for a low humming to resonate from a nearby monitor only a few moments later. "The screen here will give us the output of the energy bombardment, and should show your energy signature and body as a sort of shadow against what was that flash." Ambrose would continue to explain, beckoning Celeh and the others his way as he awaited for the output.

Over the course of a matter of seconds a large sum of green could be seen across the screen, filling the majority of it around the edges, surrounding Celeh who was standing at the centre. However, something about the output caused Ambrose to pause. Turning to the Saiyan, the Tuffle would have a curious look in his eye as he spoke to her. "Your energy has an interesting quirk to it." Reaching upwards Ambrose would trace his finger along a less firm resistance against the energy around the Saiyan's body in the imaging. "In a normal imaging output this area would be a solid white, but something about yours seems off."

Ambrose would then lift a hand to his chin and begin to ponder the fact as Momo stepped forwards and observed the screen. Turning to Celeh the Shinjin woman would then ask the Saiyan. "I have an idea, do you mind if I attempt something?" an almost imperceptible silver glow would glimmer around Momo as she asked this, the same shimmer filling her eyes as she looked over the Saiyan woman curiously.

Still carefully examining the output Abrose was turned to the monitor. However, the Saiyan's suggested interest in the overall process of this particular method of energy recording drew some of the Tuffle's attention. In a mostly reserved voice, Ambrose spoke up to respond without looking away from the area of his immediate focus. "It is a method I am still refining. Most would consider measuring the structure of one's energy may be needless." Ambrose would give a slight shrug at this notion before continuing his thoughts. "Perhaps there is some truth in the practical use of knowing such, but am still quite fascinated, and as we see here... there may still be niche scenarios where such things are helpful." Motioning once more to the monitor as he finalized his thoughts.

Giving a soft, almost sympathetic smile Momolu would give a half nod to Celeh. "In a clerical sense mostly, yes.", the tall woman spoke with a gentle and quiet laugh in an effort to alleviate the mood some. With a glance back to the small girl Momolu then turned back to the Saiyan woman and spoke again, "This may tingle some... I cannot say for certain as I have never been on the receiving end." Lifting both hands between herself and Celeh, Momolu began to focus, letting the magical energy from her core manifest in and about herself. A soft silver light consuming the woman before settling near the palms of her hands and her focus solely on the Saiyan.

"It almost feels like there are two of you here in a way.", Momolu spoke, her brow furrowing some as she looked just above the Saiyan woman. "It is difficult to pinpoint, but if I had to hazard a guess a recent brush with death was rather traumatic?" Momolu's expression was one of primarily bewilderment marred with a tinge of curiosity. The taller woman would take a brief step back, that silver shimmer still glazing her hands and coating the pupil of her eyes as she observed and awaited an answer from Celeh.

Nearby, having seen her mama perform the magical trick, Mitama's hands rose before her and she too attempted to focus her energy to the palms. The child's hair taking a soft evergreen hue as it lit up from her effort. For the briefest moment the energy travelled along the length of her hair, collecting in her cowlick. But before it could make its way to her hands it would wink out. Leaving the young girl quite upset as she turned to face the doorway, visibly pouting.