Rose crossed her arms over her chest, absentmindedly twitching the slipping sweater back up over her shoulder. "I don't think you want to be studied, Orion," she said evenly. "Not in the way I'm equipped to study you." She was a doctor. A surgeon. Her studies involved cutting people open to see how they worked, or how she could fix whatever was broken with them.
"If there are things you want to know, specific things, you can ask and I can try to find a way to learn the answers you want. But there are things about your people - culture, history, other intanglibles - that I can't learn for you. If you're curious, I can try to reach out what sources I may still have out there, but I've been a long time in the human world."