May is fully rabid by now. She places one big hand on his chest and pries the syringe out of his fingers with the other. She tosses the metal needle into the corner of the room and, if he still had it with him, tears off the bag with the rest of them and tosses them away too. After a quick patting-down to ensure that he is unarmed, she closes her fingers around his body and picks him up with one hand. She lifts him high above her head and opens up her jaws wide, having decided where to contain him.