[Niles has at least three knives he could produce from mysterious places, so the sudden appearance of the syringe doesn't phase him. Once injected he takes his thumb and presses it over the bead of blood beginning to gather in the crook of his elbow. This wouldn't do any good if all the venom got pushed right back out after all. And then he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
It was definitely a lower dose than he'd given the Squip, but by now he'd expect to at least feel something. Within minutes the Squip had been a mess, flushed, sweaty, nauseous. He peeks at the injection site and it's not even irritated or inflamed. He feels a kind of tentative relief.]
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And waits.
And waits.
It was definitely a lower dose than he'd given the Squip, but by now he'd expect to at least feel something. Within minutes the Squip had been a mess, flushed, sweaty, nauseous. He peeks at the injection site and it's not even irritated or inflamed. He feels a kind of tentative relief.]
I seem not to be reacting.