"Ah ha," he seemed genuinely pleased at her introduction. "Well, Miss Carlson or Haemat, if you prefer, things will go much more quickly and smoothly if you simply follow my lead." Not that he wouldn't take whatever information she was willing to give him about herself, it kept him from having to wade through the disorganization called the human brain to find out what he wanted. "Rather like dancing."
He took a moment to fill out the appropriate box on the physical form regarding her height and weight. "Not unimpressive," he noted lightly. "Please have a seat. I need to listen to your heart."
A heart attack had killed Jamie. Unlikely that such a thing was going to happen to anyone else. At least not anyone else on Special Ops.
"How have you been acclimating to things in Special Ops?" He knew most of the long time members, so it stood to reason she was a new transplant or something of a kind. Of course, considering he was an older man, it was always possible that he had simply missed her in the shuffle of things.