This time, it was the cold sterile smell of a laboratory that she recognized, swimming up from the haze of unconsciousness. Before her eyes even opened, Blue was testing her restraints, realizing her arms were bound above her head and her ankles were shackled as well, almost shoulder-width apart. Eyes flaring open, she tried to turn her head, but the rasp of metal on her throat held her fast.

Fury flared her nostrils, and she screamed out of sheer reflex, straining tight against her bonds, but there wasn't even an ounce of give in the restraints. Not yet. One of the techs which had been reaching over her flinched away, recoiling involuntarily. Her glare followed each of the white-coated men in turn, promising bloody vengeance.

A disgustingly familiar scent hit her nose then, and Blue jerked her eyes upwards to spy Hoskins, leering over her. She bared her teeth, hissing in unveiled rage. She finally unbent just enough to grate at him, "--I'm going to kill you, fat man. Soon."