He could ask it. What a novel idea. Just as he was about to open his mouth to do just that - as if that were completely normal - Archer was cut off by the answer to his question. He paused. "Isobel. Alright."
As she sat down and began chattering, he felt his mind beginning to wander. In between her pleasantries and little prods at his sterile demeanor, Archer was thinking five steps ahead. He would take three samples for the sake of ensuring the he maintained usable DNA at all times. There were enough storage vials, and he could begin the cell lysis immediately. Picking up a paper stick, he glanced to her, shaking his head.
"This won't hurt at all. It'll be like brushing your teeth." Perhaps not the best analogy, but he had learned from his short time on the forum that these residents didn't understand most scientific procedures. "And yes, it's very simple. I'll open this paper sleeve, swab the cotton tip that's inside along the inside of your cheek. I would like to do this three times, if that's alright with you. And then I'll immerse the cells in a series of enzymes that will swell and then burst them so that I may expose their nuclear DNA. And then-" Just as he was about to gesture to the centrifuge across the room, he paused, realizing that this was meaningless.
"Ah, it doesn't matter." Shaking his head, he stood before her, holding up the swab in its sterile sleeve. "When you're ready, open your mouth wide."