"I'm not sure what it was, if it was a drug the way you're thinking or something else." Ivan swirls his coffee. "It hit different people differently. For me..."

He smiles, somewhat distant, and for anyone who knows Ivan as much as Mitchell, more than somewhat dangerous. "You know that part of you that reminds you why it's a good idea to follow rules? That part was more or less switched off."

Though he doesn't say as much, Mitchell can guess it was a bloody evening. And he can also guess how dire the situation had gotten, if someone like Ivan deigned to touch bagged blood.