"Delivered babies?" Chase glanced to Asher and asked with a dubious look on his face. "Or done sonograms." He was already fiddling with a couple of pieces of equipment, starting to get everything set up. "I've drilled open heads to deal with blood pressure, handled several difficult births, and fixed a dog's broken leg once," he commented with a bit of sarcasm.

"I think I can handle it," he assured, glancing to Delirium with a bemused smile. "Underwear is always good," he agreed, getting the machine on. "And even if he or she is shy, we'll get a glimpse of something, right?"