Selina hated to be blunt about it, but making small talk wasn't really her thing. Not in this guise at least. The less she sad to this Doug, the better. She was hoping that the shock of the situation meant that he wouldn't remember her voice - but it didn't always work that way. The feel of the first drag of the needle through her skin caused her brow to furrow a little and her mind to snap back to the present. She wanted to drag her arm away, but necessity meant that she let it stay completely still.
He was better at this than she was though, not that it took much. She still bore the nasty pink abrasion from her first and only attempt at administering her own stitches. Not long after, Leslie had told her in no uncertain terms that she would be handling Selina's physical maladies.
"Don't stop, Douglas -- ," Selina purred his name, half in jest, half because she didn't want him thinking he was a total flake. "-- I need to get gone as soon as possible."