The scientist froze, then anger showed on his face, being called greedy to his face was something he could not endure, though once he remembered that this creature in front of him could match and apparently had shot down an F-35 he calmed down a bit before he looked at Desmond and spoke pleadingly
"Desmond… The higher-ups expect something…"
Desmond nodded before he looked at Mike and asked
"Is there anything you could part with which we could analyze?"
Mike thought for a moment before he shook his head, then when he saw Desmond's expression sour he spoke
"Not anything that wouldn't kill the person trying to analyze it no"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, lending you my leather armor would be fine and all, but it's a gift from my wife, then there are my weapons… They are kind of sentient… And moody"
The face of the scientist lit up before he repeated