Sam might not have been that shocked by the flaying part. After all, he came from a place where the highest aspiration in his specific sub-field was to do human experimentation for the government. Medicine's ugly history sometimes extended well into the present, and he doubted the future would be free of it either. "Mine too," he admitted. "And most of the people here are human enough, even the ones that aren't. The rest, I'm trying to make sure we get some kind of medical records before we need them." As far as he could tell it was going okay, though of course he couldn't be sure until there really was an emergency and suddenly someone unexpectedly burst into flames on the operating table or something. "What sort of balance is your experience with research versus practical?"