Benjamin shrugged uncertainly, casting his eyes to the road ahead.  "I don't know about you, but if I was gonna take blood I'd stuff it up. I break enough darts when I put them into my tranq gun." He held up his hands for a second, examining their large and rugged appearance. "And those scientist blokes certainly can't get blood out in the field. They'd fall over themselves or get attacked by a bee." Truth be told, Benjamin didn't really know the scientists all that well but the ones he'd spoken to seemed to laugh at the way he spoke or generally be unkind. He'd repay the favour in full. "Eh, I like seeing Boss happy. If he don't like the sun, he don't like it. 'sides, at his age going outside won't do him any good. Last time I saw him y'know he spoke like this-" He put on a shaky old man voice, "-I'm so close! So close!" He switched back to his own voice. "See? Real excited like. I think he's fine."