"Okay, thank you." She puts it on.

"It reacts to literal panic, but you can also press your thumb against the bottom or swallow it to activate it manually. Please don't swallow it unless you have to."

"Can't say I was tempted."

"We'll talk to you again once we're sure you've passed the screening."

"Okay. What do you need me to do right now, anything?"

"Keep an eye out for anything unusual, especially anything unusual no one else is noticing. Other than that, no. Dr. Guerrero will be back to finish guiding you through the rest of the process." 

Miranda nods.

He leaves.

Twenty minutes later, Dr. Guerrero returns. 

"Good news, you are not infected with anything anomalous. You do appear to have been infected with a previously unknown flu variant, but you'll probably be able to fight it off."

"Good for me."

Dr. Guerroro goes on to give her a basic medical check up and then she's asked to take a seemingly arbitrary series of tests in another room.

The room itself is odd. The walls, floor, and ceiling appearing to be made entirely out of some sort of sturdy plastic. 

They involve some of the things you'd expect to find in an IQ test, like identifying patterns or finding the odd one out in a group. There's a section where she has to translate from a made up language into English with a dictionary she's given and vice versa.  Another section asks her a variety of trivia questions about recent and ancient history, pop culture, and various common to esoteric hobbies including scuba diving and origami. One section has her sorting nearly identical colors by their shade. 

Well, this is better than sitting around with nothing to do at all for twenty minutes! She completes puzzles. If they're testing her IQ, it's 161.

When she's finished with the written portion of the test, there are several sensory tests involving different sounds, scents, and textures. This piece doesn't take long. She's done in thirty minutes. 

"Now what?"

"Now there's the physical tests. We'll be moving to a different room. There are some basic dexterity and physical strength tests. You don't have to do them well," she adds.

"Good," says Miranda, "because I won't. I have dyspraxia."

She nods.

"I've reviewed your medical files. We've made sure there's padding."

"Thank you." She does the tests.

Afterwards, Dr. Guerroro asks, "Do you need a break?"

"I could use some food."

She nods and leads Miranda back to the same bland conference room she backed up her phone in. 

"I'll call and get something delivered. The kitchen here isn't bad. They have most of the basics, salads, pizza, sandwiches, hamburgers. They also make pretty good Japanese food."

"I'd love some pizza, thanks."

"Toppings?"

"Pepperoni's good."

Dr. Guerrero goes and gets the pizza.

"Do you want some time to yourself?"

"Is the alternative getting this over with any faster?"