[ There's an errant 'are we really doing this?' thought in her mind but she chases that away. They were really doing this. Why the hell not?
She nods at him and grips the scalpel before eyeing the spot. She doesn't count down or give him a warning before she stabs him with the scalpel. She presses, going to the end of the blade and then stops, eyeing him. ]
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She nods at him and grips the scalpel before eyeing the spot. She doesn't count down or give him a warning before she stabs him with the scalpel. She presses, going to the end of the blade and then stops, eyeing him. ]
Not gonna pass on me, right?