She looked at the bottle he held out to her and decided why not. She took it and took a big gulp. It burned and she made a face, handing the bottle back to him.<br/><br/>"Oh God that's strong." She said, still making a face, hoping the burn would be gone soon.<br/><br/>She thought about holding her breath when he was going to be sliding the needle in her arm but she decided not to. She did bite her lip, waiting for him to drown her arm with the whiskey and stab her with the needle. At least he tried to be as sterile as possible.