[i]"You do that... "[/i] [b]Damien remarked, a small syringe now in his hand, seemingly from nowhere, filled with what looked like blood. Lance couldn't have seen it, as most couldn't watch a FTL movement... And Vanille hadn't even felt it, but Damien had collected a sample. The only evidence was the syringe, and it would be impossible to actually pin it on him.[/b] [i]"Alright, Missy... May here is gonna take you somewhere safe, understood?"[/i] [b]Vanille nodded and folded the notebook moving it towards Damien, only for him to shake his head.[/b] [i]"Keep it."[/i] [b]With a happy glint in her eyes, Vanille looked at Lance expectantly.[/b]