Irene's eyebrows go up. She nearly says inventive or gosh, what a relationship you two must have had. She doesn't. Instead, she says; "Then I'm going to need you to turn your back to me, aren't I?"

She's done messier. Still, she's filled with a kind of uncertain relief; thank God, a way out. If that way out involves scratching or biting through Steph's skin- well, she's done far worse things in the name of self-preservation.

She turns her own back so that she can find Steph's wrist with her hands, closing her eyes to better concentrate on what she can feel, fingers searching for the piece of wire in question. "Here?"