Sometimes Mordin tried to be considerate and not overwhelm his patients with a plethora of information. Other times he just rambled off a bunch of jargon and pretended like they should know what he was talking about. It depended on his mood. In this case, he was just as interested in finding out what was wrong with the human as Kengo.

One side of Mordin's forehead goes up, "Assume not from current year. Old-fashioned method of blood testing often had number of side effects. Fatigue. Small risk of blood contamination. Injury to veins."

Needless to say, things have advanced a little. "Problem lied in equipment sensitivity. Unable to detect slight changes in different hormones and elements in bloodstream. Medical technology primitive in old days. Humans well behind salarians."

Hopefully Kengo didn't mind putting up with his rambling. It was one of those things that just didn't turn itself off ever. He held out a spindly fingered hand, "Hand please."