"Hello Reed" T'Challa replied, twisting the dials and atching the readouts on the scanning machine. In reply to HERBIE's introduction, he stated in a matter-of-fact tone "I am aware of my current location, robot".
He frowned. "Hmph. Full genetic reversion. No energy signatures to speak of... but carbon molecules still have their atomic markers." He lowered the device, looking at Reed "I would project at least 6 months before we could realistically expect to cure you, working at full capacity." T'Challa hesitated a moment, then rapped the device lightly on Reed's forehead. "That was for not telling me Susan was pregnant yourself".
He stood back, and disassembled the scanning device, putting the parts back into his belt. "I have always managed to maintain a low profile, and I believe that has protected me from this creature's attentions." T'Challa held his hands wide "I have come to offer my help in your hour of need."