Feeling relieved that the subject had allowed her to tend to his wound, Emma got to work, cleaning up the blood on his wrist. She couldn't do much however, as he snapped his arm back, letting out a hiss. "It's okay, it'll just sting a little. It won't-" she started but didn't get to finish her sentence as he grabbed her suit, rambling about unfamiliar things as he started to panic. [i]Oh no, this isn't good...[/i] 

Emma warily got to her feet and backed away to her bag, eyeing him for any sudden movements. There was a sedative in her bag. If things got too out of hand...

"You're at a facility receiving treatment. There is no cause for alarm. You will not be harmed," she told him with a steady voice as she picked up her bag and held it behind her, blindly digging through her supplies for a syringe. "If you would please sit down on the bed, and listen to my instructions, you'll be allowed to go outside your room. Perhaps you'll meet your...friends...there," she added calmly. This was not at all what she had been expecting when she stepped into the room. She had hoped her subject would be less...animated. She vaguely wondered how her colleagues were doing. Obviously a lot better than her. She hoped her poor performance wouldn't put a mark on her record.