Outside of the rat house, in mask and gloves, Tobias takes samples of Dany’s bodily fluids. He swabs the inside of her nose and cheek – heat-sealing each sample into a bag.
And after that, what? A vial of tears? But there, try as hard as he wants, if it is tears Tobias is after, he’ll be s**t out of luck.
Tobias tugs at her sleeve, inching it up.
Dany shrugs him off and bites her lip. “You won’t get at any veins there,” she tells him. “My thigh works.”
Tobias is looking at her, searching her face, but Dany doesn’t bother explaining. She aims her gaze at the floor, stands and unbuttons her jeans. Tobias’s face flushes, and he shakes his head. Reaching out, he takes her hand and, turning it over, examines the veins there. “Here, this’ll do,” he tells her.
Dany sits back down on the
