[Cathaway swivels the stool around in Aoba's direction as he arrives, cheerfully clicking the last component into place on the stimgun. If there's a miasma of disapproval in the room to be read in the pointed emptiness of Prince's side of their link, then she's doing an admirable job of ignoring it.

Instead she gives Aoba a warm smile and extends her hand with a jingle of the metal charms at her wrist and elbow.] Thank you for agreeing. Come here, won't you? We'll begin by injecting a dye to mark the symbiote. That way when we image your brain, we'll be able to clearly see what is where.