If it weren't such a high-tension moment, Tess might have breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't afford to do that right then. She kept the gun in-hand, finger laid against the side of the gun and completely off the trigger, but just having it close was comfort enough for her.

Besides. If things went completely wrong and she had to book it, she at least wanted the gun on-hand so she could finish herself off, avoiding the whole mess of leaving someone else to do it once she was already "gone", so to speak.

"Good," Tess replied, as firmly as she could muster. "No anesthetics. I don't care if it hurts like hell or has me screaming, I'm not being put out."

Not risking being injected with something and killed or knocked out, that was. She hoped she had the adrenaline to goddamn cope with it, regardless.