The shock of being unable to read Milbury had been enough to soften Lou's temper considerably. She needed that focus, anyway, to keep from being weirded out by this unusual development. Getting nothing from a live subject. That's new.
She cocked an eyebrow when she heard that hint of accent creep into the doctor's voice, but said nothing. How long did it take for someone to lose their accent so completely, anyway? Curiouser and curiouser.
"Of course," she acquiesced, delicately toeing off her black Victorian style slip-ons. They were custom made, deceptively sturdy in construction and with a wide enough heel to run on. Louella did love her shoes, but she could be exceedingly practical as well. She stepped onto the scale and stood there with the poise of royalty, tall and uncomplaining, although she was still quite annoyed inside.
"Louella Carlson. Codename Haemat. Blood is my domain," she said meaningfully, darting a sidelong glance at the strangely formal man. Usually, that is. What is with you, doctor? One must wonder at a man who reads as a corpse might. It was uncanny that she got more of a reading from some pretty cold blood samples put away in shelves elsewhere in the labs, but not from the man taking her measurements. "I'm afraid I'm not the most social of creatures myself, so that's quite understood," she offered gracefully.