It was almost something of a rush when she felt him brace himself on her own arm, as if to hold her back for a short moment for her explanation. But there was no real warning when Cibo pressed her thumb to a vein briefly and with great precision plunged the needle into Soysauce's arm.

"I need a sample."

Moments later the syringe hit 10mL. She withdrew it, sealed it, removed the needle and tucked it away while applying a finger's worth of pressure to the draw point.