Raven sits down on one of the metal folding chairs, tapping her foot as she waits for him to gather up the supplies. Once he has them she holds out one of her arms, making the skin in the crook of her elbow turn the creamy pale and smooth. “Left. And this might help.”
He thanked her, scientific mind wondering if it would affect the results if she wasn’t her original form. Well, she was mostly in her blue form so he figured it would be okay. It was still her after all. Better if he had both the original form DNA and the shifted one, which he explained and then apologised to her. “Rest your arm on here.” He moved an arm rest to behind her arm, and then tied a tourniquet a bit above the elbow where he found the vein he was going to draw blood from.
Newt asked her to clench her fist lightly, and proceeded to trace the scaly skin with his finger, tapping the vein he had set his eye on earlier. He dragged the alcohol wipe over her skin and waited for about half a minute before drawing her blood with the blood collection tube. When that was done, he removed the needle and placed a gauze over the new wound. “Right, and now for when you’re totally shifted.”
God, why did there have to have been a thousand cameras at that damn event? Of all times to be recorded on film, it was when she had a bullet in her leg and was getting dragged around like a rag doll. Embarrassing.
Mystique eyes his tattoos when he rolls his sleeves up, looking over the unfamiliar shapes of… monsters? Lizards? Something like that. “I was the mutant on TV, yes.” Raven responds after a pause. “And I thought you’d need a DNA sample. A blood sample, right?”
“Yes, that. Of course.” Newt gestured for her to sit and moved to gather the equipment necessary for the procedure. He fished out the tourniquet, alcohol wipes, syringes, needles, bandage and blood collection tubes from their respective drawers and sanitised them. “So right or left arm?” It was polite to ask after all, seeing as this was her blood.
”As you can tell, my DNA is… unique.” Raven begins, gesturing at herself. “My cells regenerate very rapidly; I’m about twice as old as I look. Basically, I want to know if my lifespan will be longer than the average homo sapien’s.”
He rolls up his sleeves pondering on the nature of her question. “Well, the truth of the matter is that I’m pretty sure that when I’m old and grey you’ll still look young and beautiful.” Shit — did he just say that. “So yeah, you’ll probably live longer than the lot of us. But I might need to take your DNA to double check…”
“Wait a minute,” Newt’s eyes narrowed, mind clicking in place, “Were you that mutant on TV? That one that did the really cool kicking ass thing with the gymnastics and the shape shifting?” He knew he had recognised her from somewhere. “Man, that’s so cool.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Newt murmured as his eyes grew wide. “Wow. You’re blue…”
”Right now, yes. I need your… expertise on non-human DNA.”
“Okay… what help do you need?” Newt gestured for her to enter his lab. Did it had to do with her blue skin? Probably. He didn’t want to assume anything. He couldn’t help staring though, but gosh was she beautiful.
“Yes. I’ve been told you specialize in… unusual DNA like that of kaiju?” she responds, getting straight to the point as she folds her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, that’s me.” Newt murmured as his eyes grew wide. “Wow. You’re blue…”
