Fair, Tony was the guy. And he'd be able to use this information regardless of whether or not he was a doctor -- and he knew a Doctor who'd be able to help, he was pretty sure. Well, yeah. Thirteen would definitely be able to help. She was easily excitable, but she was smart as hell.
"Friday," he agreed. "My AI. Look, I can get surface readings, but it's all going to mean jack without blood samples--" he held up a hand before John could thrust his arm in his direction. "Which means I've got to build something to process that sort of information which -- I don't know. Give me a few hours." Not an exaggeration, either. Not like he hadn't built stuff like that before -- he simply didn't have it here.
"So. If your little Poke-buddy can handle it for a little while longer, we'll see what kind of answers we can find, okay?" He paused, exhaling slightly and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Listen. You're gonna be fine. And she's gonna be fine too."