Arc didn't worry so much about putting on gloves, though he use some rubbing alcohol to clean his hands. He used a bit more to clean off her arm after rolling her sleeve up for her. "This will probably be sore when you wake up, but not too much. Just enough to be annoying." Halfway through the sentence he stuck her, a quick entry and a slow, steady delivery of the booster. When he had emptied the contents of the syringe, he pulled the needle out just as fast, then covered it with a bit of gauze. He rubbed the site softly, coaxing the medicine to disperse into the soft tissues in her arm rather than collecting, which would make it even more sore later.<br/><br/>"Good. You did good, Madison." He had never given anyone a shot before, but he'd given himself plenty, and he had learned that the slow needle was the one that hurt the worst. "That should help keep you from catching anything, but if you start feeling out of sorts, tell me immediately." The last thing he wanted was to lose her over a virus or disease that they could have easily avoided. He took the needle and placed it in a can filled with an unknown liquid. Arc knew that it was a sterilizing agent, which made it possible to reuse needles a few times before they were too dull to use on a person comfortably. If nothing else, the were good for stitching once they were no longer medically useful.<br/><br/>When he finished putting everything away, he gripped a strap that was dangling from the ceiling and offered her his other hand. "Alright c'mon, let's get you to bed, and i'm not taking no for an answer." The bed, which was visible around the corner, wasn't really a bed, but several of the passenger chairs that he had broken down so they'd be flat. Across the top was a thin blanket, likely one of the blankets that the stewards could fetch someone if they were cold during the flight. There was even a blue pillow; one could assume it's origin was the same as the blanket's. "It's not luxurious, but it's definitely more comfortable than the floor. And before you ask, i'm going to probably fall asleep at the bench anyway. I have to repair the helmet, recharge the packs, and get everything ready for dawn."<br/><br/>Arc was stubborn, but he cared about her. He wanted her to have the best he could make available to her, not just because she saved his life, but because he actually liked her. It was a new sensation. New and exciting. But beyond that, he had no experience. He didn't know what to do to impress her, so he did the only thing he could think of, which was to treat her as his father had treated his mother.