"I'm still adjusting to the sleeping quarters," Barbara replied casually to Howard's statement and groaned slightly as she sat up again, her aging bones protesting against the sudden resistance to gravity.

"Everything has been fine," she shrugged, "I've not had a problem."

The needle was another thing entirely. Though she didn't like them, she knew that making things difficult for the doctor - man or teenager - would only prolong the experience. So she kept her protests to herself, only her brow wrinkled as the needle went in. The effects of the drained blood were almost immediate. She wasn't going to passout, but she was certainly lighter headed and somewhat woozy.

"How many people's blood have you taken?" she asked by way of distraction. Anything to not be thinking about the needle inside her.