#Shiori . . . I don't know if you were quite ready to be unleashed on the outside world. BUT HEY TOO LATE NOW. 8D
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The instant the blade come out, Beast quirked a brow - fear was of course beyond him, given the sixteen different ways he could dismantle the girl if she decided she wanted to be violent, and even on the off chance that she could incapacitate him, it wasn't as if death had anything in store for him. Divine judgement, peace, retribution for his sins? Sorry, miss. Wrong house. Only endurance and continuation, in the grand Krakoan tradition.
But still, what exactly was she - ah.
"Your appreciation for my time is noted." It was an efficient method, he supposed - no barriers posed by the stomach, digestion wasn't a concern . . . and if Shiori ended up with a respiratory infection, or inflamed nasal passages, then it wasn't exactly like it was his problem, now, was it?
"And your observation is quite correct. The time delay between Cerebro back-ups varies depending on the mental pattern in question, but even the speediest of cycles still takes hours between them, to allow for processing. I could have killed you the instant you came in here, and you would wake up none the wiser to what had transpired, provided I did my due diligence cleaning up after myself."
The cold, distinctly non-hypothetical tone to his voice made it uncomfortably ambiguous just how many times he'd taken advantage of that fact to get what he wanted. But . . . there was something about this young woman, being quite so brazen and willing to take risks in the pursuit of knowledge. Even going so far as to make jokes with him. When was the last time someone had done that for him?
With a roll of the eyes and a grumble, he applied pressure with his pinkie finger around hers in a vague display of a promise, even as he brought up the ocular probe. "So long as you promise to make Essex's life hell. I can't stand the bastard." Breaking the contact as quickly as he had applied it, he sterilised the instrument with a dispassionate hum, and levelled it with Shiori's eye.
"Incidentally, I lied about the pinprick. This is going to hurt rather a lot."
With an awful click! the ultra-fine needle slid into the vitreous body right through the cornea, pupil and lens, a searing flash of light blasting through half her vision as if an atom bomb had gone off. She had barely a moment to process the excruciating feeling of her eye being all but impaled before the needle withdrew, a few drops of blood dripping from the end of the probe as Beast clipped a data transfer cable into the bottom of the instrument.
He didn't so much as look at Shiori as she reeled from the pain, his eyes focused on the data as it was processed through the Krakoan neurocomputational strands. Blood would pool around her vision like a red cloud, but no lasting damage had been done - just a few drops to blink away, a stinging headache, and an aversion to light to show for it, and even then, only for a little while.

"Take as long as you need to recover. I'm going to need time to work out exactly what it is that Essex's done here."
Shiori took the small orange pill in her hand, rolled it around for a second, then casually dropped it onto the table. A small retractable knife, no longer than her pinky finger, appeared in her palm, blade out. The flat of the blade went to work on the offered pill, turning it into a ugly orange-white powder. Finger to one nostril, head bent down, and quick, disgusting inhale eliminated (most) of the pill’s presence.
“Someone should work on making those things strawberry-flavoured, at least,” she joked, dabbing at the edge of her nose to make sure there was no powder left behind. “At least you won’t have to wait too long this way.” Not that she was sure he cared about her being comfortable either.
“If you wanted to do something horrible to me, you probably would have done it already, given the waves of annoyance radiating from you all evening.” She plopped herself into the chair and worked a few of the levers so she was slightly tilted back... and at his mercy.
“You figure it out, you’ll tell me right? No secrets?” She offered a curled pink... in the gesture of a promise? Hard to tell if she was being serious or making another joke.
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