“do you have fucking rabies?” it comes out bit harsher than intended. babs lowers the needle, a clearly unimpressed look painting her face. she’s pretty high, surprisingly concentrated and ready to get down to business. only if the other could stay still for a second. she reaches for her cup of green tea, takes a quick sip and puts the mug aside, eyes moving back to the person. “this is not gonna work if you don’t stop twitching.”