"Thermal?" He steps forward, in spite of manners, reaching to touch Alex's cheek, trying to read his body temperature. "And you, are you feeling feverish? Disoriented in any way? I mean, other than being here." Which, well, was still knocking Dennett for a loop.

Well, most of the manual is in Dennett's head, at least. The important parts.

"I'd have to ask. I mean, I just got here myself. I'm honestly not sure they'd let me have them." Then again, what better way to arm a surgeon than hand him a scalpel?