The young woman reached into the sleeve of her coat, where she had managed to spirit in one syringe.  She say in the family room, alone as the other woman prepared something.  The nurse,  knew not what to expect but she made herself ready.<br/><br/>She pulled the tourniquet tightly around her arm and began to tap softly at an exposed vein.  She took the strap between her teeth and sunk the metallic tool into her own flesh. She let out a tiny little squeak as crimson fluid mingled with the chemicals within.  Then she quickly pressed down on the plunger filling her veins.<br/><br/>“Oh god….”  She moaned,  as the world began to slightly numb.  Her eyes closed,  as she allowed the chemical to surge through her,  bringing her to her next high,  and destroying what little inhibition the woman had left.  The needle slid from her arm,  and was hidden away in one of her bags.<br/><br/>She grinned down at her belongings,  the huge amount of leather within made the girl shiver,  and the gas mask smiling up at her from the bag was almost begging for her to put it on,  and assume a totally new persona.  “Later my sweet…”  She said softly, gently caressing it before she brought herself to a stand.<br/><br/>“Though…”  She shook her head,  no need to push her host the first night.  She could tolerate wearing her own face during at least one violent act.  Not even hiding behind the gauze mask that she was used to when she assisted in operation.<br/><br/>When Thorn appeared once more,  she was cool and collected.  Her eyes, were just a hint more glassy then usual.  She followed behind the madwoman to the basement and watched,  she had seen worse in her time.  Perhaps, not when a human was fully concios but she was no stranger to gore.  Her slender digits simply folder over her arms which rested on her chest as she watched without even a raised eye brow or a flinch.