"Somehow I doubt that, Madame Munroe makes her presence very well known in her control of that division." Ororo was certainly not the kind to allow an old boys' club atmosphere, promoting and demoting according solely to merit. Of course, the fact that she had allowed Haemat to join the team meant there was something of worth to her, the question was whether or not that would continue to be the case after a few months on the job. There was a decent death/burn out rate among Special Ops operatives. They were as a group, a decent bunch, but not exactly the most stable or the most worried about their overall health.
"Let's finish the things we can do here and then my nurse can accompany you for the pregnancy test." He was far too much of a gentleman to go anywhere near a woman in such a vulnerable position as with their pants down. Old school in so many ways.
Not that she had anything he hadn't seen. Anatomy was pretty much the same regardless of the person, except in some rare cases.
He had remembered to bring the blood work kit with him this time and began to pull out his implements. "Are you related to the Lord Carlson?" It seemed an odd question, but one he chose to ask. Sinister could easily read what he wanted out of her brain, but getting her thinking the appropriate direction made things easier. Not to mention, some people would actually answer him without being evasive.