During Malcolm's salvage run which took all day and night. The rest of the Survivor's dealt with issues closer to home.
Within the confines of the lab James Ian Pryce designated his Doctor's Office he looked over Greta Winston. Holding herself together as Ruby leans against the wall beside them watching. There to comfort Greta in her time of need.
"Temperature is normal. Unless you turn invisible. I'd be curious to know if it hides your core temp." James stood curious. Utilizing a medical kit from their downed Hercules airplane that they had lived through, he carefully checks her heart rate. Greta nervous that he was so close to her breasts.
"Heart rate sounds good." He then tests her blood pressure using a cuff. Greta marveling at the squeezing on her bicep. It was freaking her out. In her era BP cuffs didn't exist until twenty years after her departure into this world.
"Pressure is 125 over 82. Almost perfect." He sets everything aside then retrieves a syringe like device belonging to the Ganthorian's. Thoroughly sanitary he lifts her arm and ties off her blood flow with a band. Tapping her vein Greta winces.
"We really gotta do this?"
"Relax. I won't hurt you." James sheepishly smiles, "Tiny sting. Hold your breath."
Pricking her vein he draws enough blood to sample. Removing the needle Greta shivers.
As soon as her pulse rate increases her body fades away. Wearing clothing only, that was all that were visible to James and Ruby.
"So cool." James brightens up, "Let me check your temp again. He primes a thermometer up to where her lips should be, "Ummm! I don't want to poke an eye out. Hold this end under your tongue."
Her invisible hand places it in her mouth. The end masked by her closed lips. Counting down James removes it and looks at it with surprise.
"No temp at all. It's like when you go invisible your body goes cold." He ponders the moment, "Reptiles are cold blooded. I think you adopted that trait from the Komodo. Try and stay invisible."
James races into an adjoining room and brings back a thermal imager. Looking through it he doesn't see a heat signature until her hand reverts to normal. Then heat exposes itself.
"Okay. When tangible you heat up on the outside. When invisible your heat is within the enclosure of your flesh. Very cool."
"I feel warm inside when I'm see through." Greta admits.
"Any stomach pains? Cramps?"
"Cramps. Might be having my woman thing sometime soon." She mutters.
"Natural."
Hearing this Ruby creases her brow. Her own period was all over the place. Going two months without before rearing its ugly head. She hadn't had her own since crashing here. Something she was dreading.
"Okay. I see nothing wrong with you other than the obvious. All you can do is learn to control it. Living with it as long as it sticks around. It might be temporary. Might be long term. No idea. I'll test your blood and let you know more later." He lifts his palm, "That will be $200 for your visit. Grab a lollipop from my nurse. If he hasn't eaten them all. Candy not so good for dogs."
Greta returns to normal once more and sighs loudly, "I reckon I can be a Magician's assistant. Now ya see me, now ya don't."
Ruby smirks, "Was that term around in the 1800's?"
"Sure it was. Ain't you heard of Peek-a-boo?"
"Hmmm! I figured that might be a trademark of Houdini or something." Ruby shrugs.
"Who? Deeny?" Greta winces dumbfounded.
"A magician. Born a year after you vanished. 1874. Died in 1926." James geeks out.
Knocking on the door to the lab enters Cameron Scott. He frowned and looked slightly intrusive.
"Greta okay?" He looked concerned.
"I'm fine." Greta shrinks.
"I just wanted to apologize. What happened was weird for both of us. I swear I wouldn't have--you know--if I had known."
"I slipped. Weren't your fault. I tried to hide this ailment from Ya'll. Now ya'll know."
