Zion immediately sat up, ignoring the pain flaring through his arms.
"Thank you," he said, a small smile on his face.
The girl nodded once, placing the bowl on his nightstand.
"Calder also brought you this," she suddenly said, pulling out a small black object.
At first glance, it looked like a very old model of a handgun. But once Zion took a closer look, he immediately recognized it as an injector gun.
"That'll make things a lot easier," Zion said, his smile widening. "Thanks a lot."
The girl bowed slightly. "If that's all, I'll take my leave now."
Zion raised an eyebrow, watching the girl disappear beyond the mechanical door.
'Why is she suddenly so polite?' he wondered, tilting his head slightly.
He shrugged, not too hung up over it.
"Should we get started right away?" he asked, his gaze drifting to all the items on his nightstand.
[Affirmative,] Uriel responded, sounding more cheerful than usual. [Host just needs to inject the vials with thirty-second intervals each.]
