"Boomer?" Wes set her with a look. "Please tell me you're not calling your kid that. It's cruel. I know he's called Starbuck but please - save your unborn child from a lifetime of torture." Rolling up his sleeves and beginning to warm his hands, Wes began to explain. "I'm about to put my hands on your arm - or your stomach if you want the info to be more accurate. I'll check everything internally. See, how my powers work is I can explore your insides with my mind. Neat huh." He waited until she had chosen what she wanted him to touch (on second thoughts he could have gotten her to strip. damnit.) and then set to work. Immediately he smiled. "Hey there baby cakes..."