"Don't apologize, I have a very spill-your-guts kind of face." Richie said, accidentally picking up on the half of that thought that hadn't actually been said out loud. "This is much better than the ones that do it literally." Was it a lame joke, yes, but those were his favorites.
"I won't tell anyone your name, there are three people I'd like to talk to though, if it's okay with you?" Richie explained, pulling some napkins from a dispenser on the table and offered them over. Not quite tissues but probably better than 80s denim. "One is Dr. Cuddy, she's the head of the medical bay right now. One is Miguel, he's a geneticist from 2099, he might be able to do more than we know about now. Last is my husband, Eddie, he's a doctor too, he might be able to help if we stay a while."