I look over her face, or at least the parts of it that aren't hidden behind her sunglasses. Instinct keeps telling me not to trust her.

I hold in a breath and hold out the tube, sliding the kit back over. I twist to give her access to the right arm.

"I dated a cat burglar once," I say, half to remind myself exactly why this is a terrible idea. "She tried to turn a new leaf. It never stuck."