Naila al-Kimyai is the Demon's (head) wrote in repose,
Re: league lab: gwen/jason/naila
[Was it a trick to earn their trust? Their cooperation? Of course, and even the wise subjects knew that, but they also knew that it was between her and the technicians that were not as likely to care, or even offer the facsimile of caring. Sometimes, that illusion was more welcome than the truthful apathy displayed by others.
And he was half correct on who ordered the tests. Naila's name was on paper as head of the facility, but it was Ra's that gave orders, and Ra's that Naila had to answer to when they were separate. Now that they were one in the same, it was perhaps more accurate than anyone else knew.]
Good morning, Gwen. [Warm and rich, accompanied by an almost smile as the girl settled into the chair across from him.
That little extracurricular trip she took - while it kept her away from her tests - could have also been beneficial if it changed any of her stats.] And good morning to you too. [That was directed towards Jason with a momentary glance to the side, where he stood like a silent sentinel, ready (he was sure) to come to her defense if he didn't like something being done to the young blonde woman.]
How have you been? [And back to Gwen, as he snapped a pair of gloves onto his sister's hands and began freeing what he would need from the individually wrapped packages. The blood tubes were already out and labeled, and he didn't reach for the rubber tourniquet, instead reached out to gently readjust her arm, the tip of his thumb following the tracery of veins beneath the skin until he found one that he wanted. A quick swipe of an alcohol pad and the canister came out, blowing what felt like cold air without compromising the vessel walls -] A little pinch. [All the warning given before the butterfly needle slid in and the tubing began to fill with tomato paste red blood. Grasping the first vacutainer off the tray, he slid it easily onto the connector as the blood practically leapt into the tube.]