"I don't have the money for a long, drawn-out lawsuit, so I think you're safe," Emma answers wryly, fixing him with a small look and an even subtler smile. She has her hand in her periphery, but she's decidedly not looking directly at it so she can at least attempt to save face in front of the doctor. It's not going to be enough pain to bring her to tears, but the anticipation is killer.

"And here I thought I was getting special treatment," she mutters, through slightly gritted teeth as he catches her in the middle of a sentence with that needle, making her wince somewhat. It's not as bad as she's built it up to be in her mind, though, and she glances back almost immediately as he puts the empty syringe aside, waiting for the numbness to sink in.