"Indeed. Run clinic, only doctor present. Admit unfamiliarity with species," he frowns and tips his head slightly as he examines Prowl's frame. Mentally he's comparing it with other known types of mechs and AIs.

His attention shifts to the flask and oops, his omni-tool might be scanning it. Superstitiously, of course, for now.

"Discussion required before use of equipment. Will have privacy in treatment room," Mordin turns suddenly and heads towards the back. Keep up Prowl!