Diya holds out a hand, ostensibly mollifying. She wonders what it must be like, to wake up and have one's very being be so substantially changed. Could she bear it with any grace? She would no longer be haut. Then again, by some definitions...

"That which only you could provide. We don't know anything about Gems. We don't necessarily know we'll be able to derive useful conclusions from the data alone. You know what Gems are capable of, what they are. If any of that remains in your genetic structure, you could very well be the one to help us isolate it."