What the—
Neville was surprised when one living attendant appeared out of nowhere and approached him silently like a highly trained assassin. She politely gestured toward a sleek device that sat on the counter, all chrome and glass and ominous-looking sensors. It looked like a cross between a microscope and a torture instrument.
"If you would just place your face here..." the attendant said.
Neville saw it and felt an ominous feeling.
He panickingly called at Shelly, 'Shelly!'
[Please confirm points usage.] Shelly saluted, knowing what he wanted to do.
Neville nervously looked at Gloria, who was looking eagerly at this new device. Then, he cautiously waited for Shelly to show a thumbs-up emoticon before helplessly putting his face there.
The machine hummed to life, and Neville felt scanning lights pass over his skin in methodical waves. Tiny beeps and chirps emanated from somewhere within its insides.
'It's not going to reveal anything... unusual, is it?'
