Mikhaila first collects a DNA sample, stuffing it in her pocket. Then she tears Cait's top open enough to expose the skin over her heart.
The boss made her swear she wouldn't kill Drake, and preferred she be brought in.
"You're one lucky bitch. The boss wants you alive, for some reason." she says as she carefully brushes her fingertips over Cait's skin, feeling her heartbeat slowing as Mikhaila carefully moderates her powers to try and induce coldsleep instead of a lethal drain, healing herself bit by bit with the tapped body heat.
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