She sucks in a sharp breath as the capsule comes free, and leans over to place it in his waiting palm. It's small, no longer than the nail on her pinky finger and less than half the width, and streaked with blood.

"If you only gave me answers I like," she says, voice a little rough, "I would know you were lying."

She holds a hand out for the kit, studying him closely. After a moment, she asks, "Why?"