[i]The cup wasn't infinitely big, however, since most of what Pandora saw of it was covered by either Helena's hand or her wrist, leaving the only part exposed the small area between the woman's index finger and the lid. A small target, but one Miss Death could no doubt hit. In fact, she would have. With a movement faster than should have been possible, not to mention a reaction speed outright preposterous considering the small amount of space between the two edgelords, Helena did little more than move her index finger upwards. The small object dug into the first section of her finger, though it didn't even go as deep as one might have expected -- a few millimeters at the very most. With another roll of her yellow eyes, Helena set her cup down before her where Pandora couldn't see it, and simply flicked her right wrist, ejecting the small object from her finger with a small spurt of crimson blood, leaving a truly tiny wound. The thorn was left in a little puddle of red a good handful of meters away, the wound it left closed by the time Helena's digits wrapped around her cup again.[/i] "How rude," [i]She half-heartedly remarked with a shrug of her shoulders.[/i]