Felicia tried to not wince herself blind while she tried to hold onto the metal barb while the blood made the grip slipperier than she wanted. You know, when performing random, spontaneous surgeries. When the intercom spoke up, she looked at the unconscious body. "Maybe it would have better if I hadn't knocked you out for this," she muttered and then added out loud. "You send up somebody to help? Not that I'm complaining, but he's a bit heavier than my normal payloads." She looked down when she heard the warbling. Clearly hit him too hard.