He knows Hank feels uncomfortable with him hanging over his shoulder like this, but he doesn't give a damn. If Hank finds something, Remy wants to be here the minute- no, the second he does.
The lasers of the scanner go back and forth over the belts; it beeps.
"Unknown DNA signature detected. Identifying source now," the computer drones. Remy's never been so grateful for the Shi'ar in all his days as an X-man.
"What's taking it so long," he snaps impatiently. "Ain't this supposed to be the most advanced stuff there is?"
"There are trillions of DNA on this earth," Henry explains with the utmost patience. "Even technology such as this needs time to work."
...A sliver of hope?
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