When and if Leia discovered this, it was likely that Rey would find herself being invited to dinner with them on a fairly regular basis. She'd actually been thinking about doing so regardless; she wanted to get to know Rey a little better before she got so deep into her training with Luke than any conversation was likely to be dominated by talking about said training.
Leia nodded, making a mental note of the name and description. "It might just," she said. "At any rate, it certainly can't hurt." The worst that could come of the tea search was nothing, after all.
That conversation was put on the back burner, though, as Doctor Kalonia swung a standard medical scanning array into place over the Ben where Ben lay. Many larger medical facilities had ones that hovered or even had exam beds that scanned whoever lay on them automatically, but the Resistance relied on an older style metal swing arm to support the medical scanner. the doctor adjusted its height and positioning until it was was approximately a foot and a half above Ben's waist, centered on the middle of his body.
Satisfied, she locked it into place for the moment, and turned back to the control station next to the bed. "Just lie still for the scan," Doctor Kalonia instructed Ben. "In your state I know it's likely a bit uncomfortable, but it'll only take a moment." She activated the array, and the broad, pale blue scanning field projected out, passing slowly down along Ben's body from head to toe, then repeating the process in reverse, scanning from foot to head before deactivating.
Doctor Kalonia touched a few buttons to finalize the scan, before unlocking the sensor arm and swinging it back out of the way. "There," she said. "You can sit up now, if you like. It'll take a few moments to go over all the scan data."
She turned back to the workstation, the monitor of which would be partially visible to Ben if he sat up. Though most of the readings wouldn't make much sense to anyone without a medical background, some things were clear enough. A catalog of previous, now healed injuries, most from combat and training, but a few older ones from childhood misadventures. Basic statistics like his body temperature, blood type, blood pressure, and age. A small , three dimensional hologram of his skeleton that with a few button presses by the doctor gained muscles, sinew, and organs. It's this image that she seemed to linger on, going over the attached data in detail and frowning thoughtfully.
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Leia nodded, making a mental note of the name and description. "It might just," she said. "At any rate, it certainly can't hurt." The worst that could come of the tea search was nothing, after all.
That conversation was put on the back burner, though, as Doctor Kalonia swung a standard medical scanning array into place over the Ben where Ben lay. Many larger medical facilities had ones that hovered or even had exam beds that scanned whoever lay on them automatically, but the Resistance relied on an older style metal swing arm to support the medical scanner. the doctor adjusted its height and positioning until it was was approximately a foot and a half above Ben's waist, centered on the middle of his body.
Satisfied, she locked it into place for the moment, and turned back to the control station next to the bed. "Just lie still for the scan," Doctor Kalonia instructed Ben. "In your state I know it's likely a bit uncomfortable, but it'll only take a moment." She activated the array, and the broad, pale blue scanning field projected out, passing slowly down along Ben's body from head to toe, then repeating the process in reverse, scanning from foot to head before deactivating.
Doctor Kalonia touched a few buttons to finalize the scan, before unlocking the sensor arm and swinging it back out of the way. "There," she said. "You can sit up now, if you like. It'll take a few moments to go over all the scan data."
She turned back to the workstation, the monitor of which would be partially visible to Ben if he sat up. Though most of the readings wouldn't make much sense to anyone without a medical background, some things were clear enough. A catalog of previous, now healed injuries, most from combat and training, but a few older ones from childhood misadventures. Basic statistics like his body temperature, blood type, blood pressure, and age. A small , three dimensional hologram of his skeleton that with a few button presses by the doctor gained muscles, sinew, and organs. It's this image that she seemed to linger on, going over the attached data in detail and frowning thoughtfully.