"Well. I suppose an initial interview isn't out of the question." He tosses the mask onto the cart. It shifts the cloth covering the implements, exposing a handle that looks dreadfully scalpel like.

"What do you call yourself? Your species?" He adjusts the cloth, covering the handle again, and pulls a rubber strap out from the cabinet that makes up the lower half of the cart. It goes around Taako's upper arm, tight enough to slightly restrict bloodflow. Byakuran also retrieves a small but sharp needle, which attaches to the tube hanging from the clear bag. "This is saline, salt water. I'm assuming that will not react poorly to your physiology? Our initial tests showed some similarities to human anatomy, and some... marked differences."