Christine's lips quirked up when she watched Johnson's eye's frantically flick around the room and begin to tear up. She was a saddened that the paralytic kept him from screaming. Though she figured with the first cut all they would have gotten was a manly grimace.

She'd have to ask McCoy if there's one person in the galaxy who created a full paralytic that kept vocal ability it was that sadistic bastard.

She pondered Uhura's question as she carefully chose a small scalpel. Yes, usually nothing came free in the empire, and having a favor to owe would bite you on the ass. She was just unsure how to word it.

She didn't expect anything from her.

"Let's equate this to... two people finding out they like the same holovid, shall we?"

If this didn't end up being fun, she'd move the fuck on. It was starting out promising though. Chapel traced a pattern with her scalpel down his arm not yet puncturing the skin, enjoying the anticipation and his fear. "I want to decorate his face."

She wouldn't heal those.