Caine flinches a little at the beam-- in his experience, those things came out of guns and didn't perform scans. "Humans don't, but most lycantants can. We're bred to take injuries in stride." And who was he going to tell about his various head injuries? Stinger? Yeah, like he'd do anything aside from tell Caine to spray it and walk it off.

When the scan finishes, Caine relaxes. "Probably a good idea. Can't say I'm too happy about being shuttled out here," he sighs. "Can't say I'd stay polite if I met the one responsible."