[Her worry amuses him a little--as if he wouldn't say something! The look he gives her, though, is less than confident. He's messing with her, but she doesn't need to know that.]
I'll just have to trust you, then.
[While she finishes up dabbing the crook of his arm, he stays silent, just watching her work. With his free hand, he sets aside the tiny parts of the helicoptera he'd been working on, to make sure they won't get in the way.
The needle pierces his skin after a few tries--it's thick, hence why he'd told her to get somethig heavy-duty. As she starts drawing, though, his arm begins to convulse in short bursts; he claps a hand over the tourniquet, breath coming out in quick pants; a scan will reveal his brain is firing off pain signals.]
Ah, Samus, I--
[He clenches his teeth shut. Best not to say anything, actually.]
kidnseys........... fml
I'll just have to trust you, then.
[While she finishes up dabbing the crook of his arm, he stays silent, just watching her work. With his free hand, he sets aside the tiny parts of the helicoptera he'd been working on, to make sure they won't get in the way.
The needle pierces his skin after a few tries--it's thick, hence why he'd told her to get somethig heavy-duty. As she starts drawing, though, his arm begins to convulse in short bursts; he claps a hand over the tourniquet, breath coming out in quick pants; a scan will reveal his brain is firing off pain signals.]
Ah, Samus, I--
[He clenches his teeth shut. Best not to say anything, actually.]