The tentacle answers Sato first, detaching itself with a meaty glop before it falls back to the floor and slithers away to whence it came. Woe steps back, shaking her fingers out as if flicking water from them, and nods.

"Sleep will be helpful," she says, still with the crisp demeanor of a not overly sympathetic doctor, "But you can't do it here. I need this chair, you know, so - go on with you. Shoo."

She waves at him like a cat, gesturing pointedly towards the door. Evidently, she doesn't feel this procedure merits a post-transfusion observation period.