Again, though the methods were unfamiliar, nothing seemed to be too far over Kengo's head. As Mordin spoke, Kengo was careful to pay attention to everything he said, the look he was getting not helping how uncomfortable he was feeling. When the mention of the blood draw came up, Kengo couldn't help but make a face. Getting blood drawn was something he'd gone through so many times in his life while he tried to figure out what was wrong with him. At this point, it felt like a regular procedure.

Reaching up, Kengo worked on removing his school jacket, neatly folding it up and setting it on the table next to him. By the time he had rolled one sleeve up to his elbow, he suddenly seemed to realize that testing might not be the same as it was back in his own time. How did they take blood nowadays?

"I'm pretty much open to whatever you have to do."