[Of all the Summoned, Michael is the least likely to be offended by a request to get back to work. Productivity is among his favourite hobbies—though he would understand her wish not to think too deeply on her own future, too. Michael doesn't have anything to look forward to back home and he prefers not to dwell on it.
He turns his gaze on the body, nodding along to Claire's explanations. He's well acquainted with the concept of human variation. The bloodline that makes one a suitable vessel for him to occupy is one such peculiarity he'd had to keep a close eye on throughout the years—and, in a similar vein to her own wonderings, he hasn't a clue if or how well a creature like Nanaue would tolerate angelic possession. Here's to hoping they won't need the answer to either question.
Though he briefly pulls a face, Michael leans in and takes a whiff, as instructed.]
Carbonic acid, hydrogen sulfide, methane, ammonia, putrescine, cadaverine, a hint of hydrogen cyanide. You'll have to forgive my lack of a human sense of smell. [He does not look terribly apologetic as he leans back.] What does it smell like to you?
[The question is genuine. Her guidance as a human is of as much value to him as her guidance as a doctor.]
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[Of all the Summoned, Michael is the least likely to be offended by a request to get back to work. Productivity is among his favourite hobbies—though he would understand her wish not to think too deeply on her own future, too. Michael doesn't have anything to look forward to back home and he prefers not to dwell on it.
He turns his gaze on the body, nodding along to Claire's explanations. He's well acquainted with the concept of human variation. The bloodline that makes one a suitable vessel for him to occupy is one such peculiarity he'd had to keep a close eye on throughout the years—and, in a similar vein to her own wonderings, he hasn't a clue if or how well a creature like Nanaue would tolerate angelic possession. Here's to hoping they won't need the answer to either question.
Though he briefly pulls a face, Michael leans in and takes a whiff, as instructed.]
Carbonic acid, hydrogen sulfide, methane, ammonia, putrescine, cadaverine, a hint of hydrogen cyanide. You'll have to forgive my lack of a human sense of smell. [He does not look terribly apologetic as he leans back.] What does it smell like to you?
[The question is genuine. Her guidance as a human is of as much value to him as her guidance as a doctor.]