"Oh, you're not the first one I've tried this work on! Don't worry." He Ming laughs, turning to a cart to the side of the bench to prepare. He snaps on a pair of rubber gloves, rather more suited to the farm environment than a hospital, before turning to Ilima. The trial captain looks healthy. Still, he should take some measurements before getting started.

"I just need to check a few things. Sit still for me, please." He Ming's smile doesn't falter as he approaches the bench. With firm but careful hands he grasps Ilima's ankle, first, extending his leg out completely to check his flexibility. He works his way up, hands businesslike and quick around his genitals and chest. Finally he comes to his head. There, He Ming takes hold of his chin and presses his fingers between his lips so he can inspect his teeth.