"Your file tells me all I need to know. I am aware of your powers; my superiors are quite interested in them in fact." She narrowed her brows at Jones' arm. Continuing to grope for a vein, she moved on to the next one but found no such luck. Her cheeks flushed with embarassment. Metis had all this planned; everything was neatly scheduled for her with no allowences for mistakes. She stood straight and turned to face the other researchers. "This is why we were meant to do this after lunch. There's no vein," she screeched. She set the injection down on the counter and kicked it's doors. The longer she was away from her research, the longer it would take for her to go over every detail.<br/><br/>"But... the poison--" one of the researchers replied timidly.<br/><br/>"I don't care," Metis interrupted. "I can't just stab her and hope for the best. My orders are to successfully place Miss Jones on trail of the new strain by today, so perhaps all of you can stop wasting my time standing there with your hands in your pockets and actually find a way to get me a viable vein." Everything had to go right; any more hinderence to progress and they would take away more of her journals. Metis needed them to remember, she documented every day; every thought, every idea on her research, every feeling was bound in college rule notebooks. The early years were already gone, every trace of the little remembered of her family disappeared.<br/><br/>The researchers jerked and ran frantically; one by one leaving the room. Metis sighed and removed her glasses to clean them. She stared at the blurried Jones as she tried to think of a resolution.<br/>"Nurse, start with giving Miss Jones some water."<br/><br/>"But with her hydrated she'll--"<br/><br/>"I know, I know. We'll just have to put the mask back on," Metis replied, trembling at the thought of the vile restraint. "Just not so tight this time, okay?" The nurse nodded and left to fetch a bottle of water; leaving Metis and Jones alone together.