"Hmmmm?" Scully looked up from her microscope absently. "My cells are doing a rhumba," she said calmly. "Look at this, tell me what you see."

What he'd see were blood cells writhing as they transformed, along with those that were already a weird gray-opal-unquantifiable color. Shimmering in a very unhealthy way.

"I'm Scully, by the way. Pleased to meet you." She rubbed at her hands and the scales absently. Itchy!