[The curiosity was overwhelming, especially when it was confirmed it was a gene. Starting a small database of DNA could be beneficial for many reasons onboard the station and it wasn't like he really felt things like shame or embarrassment. So, he promptly lifted his hand to his mouth to lick his finger.
DNA ANALYSIS... FAILED.
The sample size was likely too small.]
May I have some of your spit, Doctor McCoy? [He then extended his hand, palm up, like he... expected Hank to just spit on his hand? A new low. And he was oblivious.] I have forensic capabilities. I would very much like to perform an analysis of your DNA.
I apologize if this is too personal, but you do not look different to me. [There's some kind of irony in all of this.]
licks anyway. ur not the boss of him >:|
DNA ANALYSIS... FAILED.
The sample size was likely too small.]
May I have some of your spit, Doctor McCoy? [He then extended his hand, palm up, like he... expected Hank to just spit on his hand? A new low. And he was oblivious.] I have forensic capabilities. I would very much like to perform an analysis of your DNA.
I apologize if this is too personal, but you do not look different to me. [There's some kind of irony in all of this.]