“You’re capable of that?” Mark responded in amazement, eyes widening. “Here I thought I’d seen it all.” And really, what did the world have left to create with the time given that the Flare had been spreading? If anyone was left to survive, which he hoped was the case, time was quickly running out. When the bot introduced himself, he found his hand lifting in a small wave, “It’s nice to meet you, Baymax. I’m Mark, monitor of the Glades, and supply runner for the Box.” Wait, he was gonna do what now!? “Oh, woa, wait. Hold on big guy, you - heh - you don’t need to go and do that.” After all, he’d never been tested for the Flare, hadn’t felt any symptoms… yet. Though that didn’t mean anything, he was just petrified of the results and outcome. “Unless you’ve already scanned me, in which case, lay it on me.” He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, bracing for the news.