There was an odd contrast to the professional way Orla took her hand, examining it, and the way she looked at her otherwise. Yet to Millicent, the contrast was barely noticeable. Instead her mind was focused on what was to come - and what came made her shake just a little bit more, her body tingling with anticipation of what was waiting inside those vials.
'How strong?' she asked, fingering the vial, wishing to open one now. 'How large doses can I take?' As strong as her urges was, she was not yet far gone enough to risk an overdose.