An optic ridge rises in puzzlement as Mordin observes him and scans the flask, but does nothing to stop him.

In any other place, he probably would have left the supplies with the receptionist and followed. But considering this was Omega, it was a statistical risk he was not willing to take, even if the clinic was considered safe. That shit ain't cheap.

He was a few paces behind as he took the time to pick up and carry the fuel tank, but it didn't take long before he caught up with both containers in hand.