I understand; that will be something I keep in mind, then.

[Angela places a hand by Pidonus' shoulder and takes a cleansing breath. The scan itself is completely touch-free and Pidonus won't feel a thing, save for maybe a bit of heat coming from Angela's palm. What it reads back makes Angela arch an eyebrow, though.]

Remarkable. Your vital signs are all exactly in the center of their ideal ranges. Absolutely no scarring or signs of mended wounds, either. [She adds, as a joke:] It is as if your body is crafted by hand by a particularly picky perfectionist.