Diya blinks slowly at Ratchet. "This is not a hospital; it is a military base. These examinations are as much for our benefit as they are yours." The light passes in bands over her sleek hair as she moves forward to look at an instrument readout. "As a medical professional, what would you do in our situation? People from other worlds, other universes, people you know nothing about -- wouldn't you want to examine them before letting them loose in a secure facility, verify that they pose no potential risk to your own staff?"