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Iara Dos Santos	Finally, officially of trainee status (despite having the uniform and being on missions for months) Iara knocks on the door to Hank's lab, testing the handle and walking inside after a moment. The pointed snout of the six-foot-seven south american amazon is the first thing that appears in the doorframe not unlike an old landshark sketch, but the rest of her soon walks in as well, clad in a yellow and black unstable molecules jumpsuit that ends at the bicep and thighs, a bit of a surfer cut.      She tilts her head to the side a bit as she walks in, a very human emote coming from the glossy black-eyed mutant as she asks "Uh... Dr. McCoy? I'm here for my uh... Whatever you need to do for the X-Men... joining... thing?" She looks to the side and says "The... records to see how I am now versus if something happens in the field, so you know what's wrong if something goes wrong. Dunno if you call that a physical or something..."
Henry McCoy	Henry was deep in some research when the knock came - giving him reason to pause and turn towards the door. Upon the entry of Iara, shark-form and all, he grinned. "Hello, Miss Dos Santos. Come in, come in." He says, closing out of the files he had been perusing. Geneticists. Nerds! "Just a general checkup. A little note taking for any unusual requirements for medical care, as well as testing some strength, agility and endurance. Are you up for it?" "Nothing as exciting as the Danger Room, but necessary to make sure we can tend to you should you run afoul of some problems. Our lives are rife with all sorts of challenges, and even the toughest among us need care." He mentions, motioning to one of the tables.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara nods that long shark head, and says "Yeah, like if I get turned into a mushroom or something I'd want my DNA on file to help change me back or... whatever." She gives a nervous grin at that, which turns wide and triangular-tooth filled by default, and then shrugs, saying "I gotta watch my saline levels for sure, freshwater can make me uh... lose my salt if I spend too long in it, but from my own testing it takes a few hours to start effecting me... Was using the Hudson to test it, since it starts salt water then goes fresh the more upstream you get, that's how I got stabbed by a ninja my first week here, came across some guy in metal bladed armor and his ninjas messing with a regular shark in the Hudson and next thing I know there's a fight with a faceless detective guy and... yeah."      She then motions wide with her hands, saying "It was a hammerhead, not like, a native shark, no idea why they were putting it in the hudson, it was totally weird." She then looks to the side, saying "So uh, do I need to strip down or do you have a scanner thingy or..."
Henry McCoy	There's a blink from Henry, his foot scuffing. "I wouldn't think of asking such a thing, Miss Dos Santos." He assures, quickly. "Likely some blood draws, a swab or two for saliva... nothing terribly invasive." The blue Beast grins. "And we'll most certainly keep some on record, so we can ... reconstitute you if you get zotted into a fungus." That does bring a chuckle to him. "I've only had people turning into apes and dinosaurs recently, thankfully." As if that's easier to manage! "So they were... transporting a hammerhead to the river? That seems rather cruel, actually." A slight frown. "Were you able to rescue the shark?" He pats the table. "Have a seat, and we'll get the needle part out of the way." A slight grin.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara shakes her head, saying "Nah, they put it back in this big boat that they brought it in with after people intervened, I wasn't gonna be able to keep up after that fight, I don't remember all of it but I think the faceless guy knew to bring me back to the school somehow, woke up down here in the lab with Miss Frost." She looks up, saying "I mean, part of it I don't remember from the blood loss and passing out, the other part I don't remember from going into a frenzy, I was way worse at controlling that sorta thing a few months ago..."      She hops onto the seat, the brazillian-portugese accent saying with a grin, "Up close you look a lot more cat-like than I thought... cats like fish, right? Do I smell good to you?" Her tone is clearly teasing as she leans in, and while she doesn't exactly smell like dead or rotting fish, she does somewhat have that briney smell of an aquarium about her.
Henry McCoy	The doctor listens as she explains, getting a few items ready. Swabs on long sticks, a rather sturdy looking syringe, a few vials - nothing completely out of sorts. "It's good then, then you got back - if you were bleeding out, that's a serious injury." Henry notes. "Did you scar? Do you normally heal faster than humans do?" He wonders, bringing over an electronic tablet to take notes. There's a bit of a wry grin. "I used to have a ... rather simian look, some would say. Unfortunately, I came to be the unwilling guest to a man named Essex, and he did experiments." That's all he'll say about that. "Trust me, I understand the rage bubbling up. The changes to my mutation have me battling with my animal side more often than not." A chuckle at the mention of the cats. "I do like fish, but I am quite content with any well-prepared meal. You smell perfectly pleasant, Miss Dos Santos." He winks to her. "Do you have a preference for arms for the blood draw?"
Iara Dos Santos	Iara shrugs, saying "Right arm's my good arm, so left I guess. Might have to press it in hard, scales and all..." before she looks up, saying "I honestly have no clue if I was bleeding out like actually dying bleeding out, the wound and scar from it was healed by that mutant Emma had in here that I didn't get the name of. Other battle wounds have scarred but healed completely in a few weeks, and I think I stop bleeding pretty quickly, so I don't think I like... have a Wolverine-style healing deal, but I still heal pretty good from the injuries I've had so far. Which is good, because I've been cut up a few times..."      She then looks at Hank again, swaying her legs as she sits on the bench, saying "Rage bubbling up... I guess, it's less rage for me and more like... my instincts go on fire, more of a... not quite paranoia but just get ultra sensitive to things. I've nearly bit a few people that touched me on the shoulder when I'm kind of in a frenzy or really excited... and the feeling of pain is dulled, which is good and bad, because I don't notice things until after I've calmed down and really feel it... so it's like being drunk and on a caffeine overdose at the same time. Warren's a total pro at handling me in those situations though."
Henry McCoy	Moving over to the left side of her, he wipes at her bicep with a alcohol wipe. "Good to know, so we'll take care of you as we would anyone else. And very few are as lucky as Logan." He assures, letting the alcohol dry on her skin. "No fretting on the needle, I designed it - it will work just fine." A nod. "Just a little pinch!" The needle slips between the scales, piercing to the vein with relative ease. A few vials are taken - three to be exact. Once done, he does place a bandaid on her arm, for good measure. "Instinct, yes. That snaps to the forefront for me more often than not, anymore." A wry grin from Henry. "It tends to override my logical thought process." He does listen, taking mental notes as he does. The syringe handle is tapped to the tablet, transmitting notes about muscle density and force needed to collect a sample. Fancy! "We might want to work on your awareness of injury, for safety's sake. How does Warren talk you down from your state?"
Iara Dos Santos	Iara winces from the prick, but then swallows, saying "Ah... Warren just talks to me slowly, doesn't approach quickly, just... lets me know where he is and what's going on, it really helps... he's like... He's really comforting to be around, y'know? I could probably trust him with anything. Plus he's like... really good lookin', so it's not like... I'd bite someone ugly or something, but when I see that face, my brain is like... not enemy, calm down, y'know? And then he talks to me and his voice is like butter and..." She sighs, saying "Sorry if I'm a bit creepy. Americans are really prudish, so I keep crossing the line a bit... and since I got all sharky my ability to give a shit about not speaking my mind or not acting on instinct has hit an all time low. Warren's told me he's off the table though, too much age difference he said, but it hurts a little sometimes 'cause he's like... perfect."      Iara then blinks with those black doll-eyes, and then looks to Beast, saying "Wow, I got off on a tangent there... Uh, sorry, that's probably too much information..."
Henry McCoy	There's a smile as she goes on about how she's calmed down, and her thoughts on Warren. "Warren is a handsome fellow, indeed." A laugh. "An angel, even." Rimshot! "You've no need to apologize, I promise. Your secrets are safe with me, doctor patient priviledge." The man assures. "I would say there are more and more non-prudish Americans as time goes on - but you are right. We were founded by Puritans." A pat on her arm. "Again, no problem." He holds up a swab. "Mind running this between your cheek and gum?" He grins. "Then we can move on to the fun stuff - lifting, running and agility tests."
Iara Dos Santos	Iara nods, saying "Don't have much cheek anymore." as she does as told, swabbing it as she opens her mouth wide... exposing those rows and rows of teeth. "I could probably pull out a tooth if it'd help, or I got a trash can full back in my room." she adds as she hands back the swab. She then shrugs, saying "Not really a secret, haven't had much luck with guys since I got the winning smile, and I could change back but like... it feels like cheating, and like that's not really me anymore. And I know..." as she looks at beast, "I know a lot of folks would kill to have a human form they could change into at will like I can, but I just... I dunno. I prefer this." as she looks down at her clawed, webbed hand, "This is me, and just... better in every way. I'm so fuckin' cool now as a mutant and I can breathe underwater and punch through bricks and... yeah!" She grins a bit at that, and looks to Hank, saying "Plus, c'mon, I'm hot as hell like this, this new body is like, super strong and two full cup sizes bigger."
Henry McCoy	Henry does watch her, always interested to see mutations in action. So many teeth! "If you wouldn't mind, I could certainly put away that sample too." Science! The swab is taken, the cotton end put in a plastic tube and the wooden stick snapped off and disposed of." A wry grin. "I understand the misfortune when it comes to romance." He assures, shrugging a bit. "And yes, there are many who would wish they could change to a shape that can blend in." A nod. He does give her a genuine smile. "It is wonderful to be comfortable and appreciative of your changes, though. It is often one of the largest hurdles we have to face as mutants." The man muses, shaking his head. A mention of the ... ahem... changes, and his eyes go a bit wider. "Well... there's that." He winks. "Punch through cinder blocks? Very nice - have you tested your lift strength?" He motions over to what appears to be a weightlifting bar on a small platform. No weights to be seen.
Henry McCoy	Henry does watch her, always interested to see mutations in action. So many teeth! "If you wouldn't mind, I could certainly put away that sample too." Science! The swab is taken, the cotton end put in a plastic tube and the wooden stick snapped off and disposed of." A wry grin. "I understand the misfortune when it comes to romance." He assures, shrugging a bit. "And yes, there are many who would wish they could change to a shape that can blend in." A nod. He does give her a genuine smile. "It is wonderful to be comfortable and appreciative of your changes, though. It is often one of the largest hurdles we have to face as mutants." The man muses, shaking his head. A mention of the ... ahem... changes, and his eyes go a bit wider. "Well... there's that." He winks. "Punch through cinder blocks? Very nice - have you tested your lift strength?" He motions over to what appears to be a weightlifting bar on a small platform. No weights to be seen.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara steps up to the machine, stroking her chin, saying "Huh. How's it work? I don't wanna uh... break it by putting force on it the wrong way or something..." as the shark-woman steps up to the machine, rolling her arm in a casual stretch... before she takes another look at it, kinda realizes this test is important, and shakes her head, starting to do stretches for real, turning her back, stretching an arm, even stretching her legs... The full nine yards.     During this though, the good doctor would notice she's just a tad too flexible, as though part of her Selachothromorphism is a shark's cartilage skeleton rather than bone. Still, once she's done, she takes a deep breath, and steps up to the bar. "Alright doc... uh... start it whenever you're ready." she says, putting the bar behind her neck and her hands on either side in a deadlift position.
Henry McCoy	Hank is taking notes, for certain. The flexibility is impressive, after all. "I might want to do an MRI scan of you, just to see where your bones are different." He admits, tapping a few notes on his iPad. "You shouldn't break it - Piotr and Rogue haven't." He grins. "Alien tech - it uses a form of a tractor beam. The harder you pull up, the more it will resist. It will give a readout as well of your lift capacity." As she readies herself, he explains. "It won't over extend you, either. It's got a safety mechanism." Another grin and a nod, and he moves closer to help in case needed. "Here we go." As he presses the engage switch, she can feel the weight increase slowly.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara focuses, her shark face turning cold and emotionless again as every telepath can hear her thinking "Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up..." in her brain, going well beyond peak human easily. The machine shifts to the enhanced human levels, 800 pounds, 900 pounds, 1000 pounds, 1 ton... 1 and a half tons... If she could sweat, this is where she would start to sweat as she grits her triangular teeth and closes her eyes. 2 tons... her muscles are starting to flex... and the machine shuts off with a safety warning at 2.7 tons. "I coulda... Coulda done more..." she says breathlessly, but the machine disagrees, classifying her as a Level 4 Power Rating in Strength, on the scale of 1 to 7.
Henry McCoy	There's a slight smile when she's hyping herself up. Henry does not interfere, and does not comment - just waits to see if he needs to step in. Thankfully, the equipment holds and does as it is intended to do. There are more notes transcribed, the man smiling over to her. "Well done. You got up to just a bit under three tons." The beast offers wih a nod. "And there's no need to over-extend - you work up to those things, understand? I've seen too many people hurt themselves trying to push too far." "Did you need to stretch more? Some water?" He asks, turning the machine off as the bar is set down. "We can take a breather before the next test, if you like Miss Dos Santos?" Always the polite man, he moves over to the mini fridge - the one without all the biohazard warnings on it - and retrieves a couple bottles of water.
Iara Dos Santos	Iara does catch her breath, shaking her head, saying "Nah, nah, just... Don't worry about it, try again another time..." as she accepts the water, seeming to splash it on either side of the inside of her mouth so that it leaks out her gills before swallowing the rest. "What's ah... What's the next test?" she asks, getting her strength back from the exertion of the last one.
Henry McCoy	A smile. "Well, there's agility and endurance. Which would you like to try first?" He asks, taking a sip of the other bottle of water. "You can likely up your lifting, but it takes time and practice. Muscles need to be worked, after all." A nod to the shark-woman. As she watches, he heads over to another part of the lab - pressing a button to reveal a rather wide treadmill. It's about three meters across - allowing for lateral movement while running. "This will be the same equipment for either - there will just be obstacles and such applied if we're doing agility."
Iara Dos Santos	Iara blinks at that, saying "Oh man, uh, this is really gonna be a gauntlet if it's one after another, or is the next one just... uh..." as she waits a moment and then steps up to the treadmill, saying "I guess if I'm training for the X-Men I gotta do all this and my schoolwork? I mean makes sense but jeez, hope I graduate on time..." She steps onto the treadmill, saying "Speed first, then agility, speed is gonna be effected more if I'm fresh for it, I think. Is this uh, just a dash or long distance or both?" as she licks her lips thoughtfully, and then prepares herself, standing loose and ready to start walking.
Henry McCoy	The Beast thinks, putting in some settings. "Let's go for a sprint. 400 meters?" He suggests, stepping to the side of the treadmill. "And yes, all your schoolwork. You need to make sure your mind is up to par with the rest of you." A wry grin. Go figure, the scholar being big on book learning! He motions her to the excercise spot. "OK, so start as a walk, to warm up your legs. When you're ready, start sprinting. The machine will track for 400, then you'll get a tone so you can slow down with another cool off."
Iara Dos Santos	Iara's long shark head nods and then she starts walking, barefoot on those fin-like feet, until she speeds up, and she starts sprinting. With long legs and powerful limbs, she can hit a peak of 22 miles per hour. It's really good for a human! But for a mutant, and on the metahuman tiers? It's not special. Speed class 2 out of Seven on the power scale. Running in a straight line for 400 meters though? That's still a bit, and she's breathing hard after that, slowing down as the machine slows down and putting her hands on her knees as she stops. "Gonna... Gonna go rest in my tank after this..." she says, shaking her head. "Or just... practice more... haven't really... pushed myself since the mutation set in..."
Henry McCoy	All the notes, all the observations. "I think we'll save the others for another day, yes?" Henry grins. "I don't want to overwork you, and I don't want you exhausted at the end of the day either." The doctor decides. "Do you prefer cold water or warmer?" The man wonders, regarding her as she recaptures her breath. "Based on what we have here, I can probably work up a workout routine to help build you up - at least in regards to stamina and endurance." A smile to the young shark-woman. "If you like, of course."
Iara Dos Santos	Iara catches her breath, waving a hand and saying "Nah nah, can do it, agility test, come on..." as she stands up, nodding, saying "Do it, I'll be fine, uh, agility would be like... until I trip anyway, right? So it's gotta be shorter... heh... Or we can just do it in the danger room later I guess?" She doesn't look exhausted, more pushed to the limits in two ways back to back, so of course she's gonna be a little winded. She gives a thumbs up though, saying "Come on, do it, I'll be fine."