It was then that she rather forcefully, but not so sudden as to startle Soysauce, moved to free the sleeve from the crease of his arm - revealing the needle that she held firmly in her palm. Once the fabric opened an available space on Soy's arm, her thumb felt gently for a vein. The voice in her head urging her to move more quickly before he disapproved or moved away, but she kept her pace.

She did try to soothe him, if he were in anyway uncomfortable with the situation. "It would mean a lot to me."