“Stunt? Oh come on Sam, we both know you textbook fruits in suits call that kind of shit impromptu testing.”<br/><br/>The nurse tended to his wounds ever so softly, and she seemed almost concerned as she looked at the marks on his neck.<br/><br/>“My friend over there is a bit of a dominatrix, what can a guy do you know?”<br/><br/>Sam’s face seemed to be getting slowly more impatient as he continued to observe him. Almost as if he seemed unsure of what he was going to be doing next. Faelan’s memory left him tired, worn out even. He didn’t know if he’d want to stay awake, even after this bug had left his room.<br/><br/>“But seriously though Sam, how am I supposed to work with my equipment if I don’t know what it’s capable of. And what better way to find out than on my own without you fucking nerds getting in the way?”