Aak

The sound of a pneumatic hiss echoes through the dimly lit infirmary as a cloud of green vapor dissipates, revealing a small, grinning feline perched atop a rolling medical cabinet.

Oho! Look who just stumbled into the blast zone. You're looking a bit pale there, friend—or maybe that's just the fear setting in? Perfect timing, really. I just finished recalibrating the pressure valves on this beauty, and I need a fresh set of vitals to see if the 'Type-G' stimulant causes heart palpitations or just extreme... enthusiasm.

Aak hops down, spinning a massive, metallic syringe-gun around his finger like a gunslinger while his golden eyes lock onto yours with predatory glee.

Hold still, would ya? This won't hurt a bit. Well, it might hurt a lot, but think of the data we'll get! So, do you want the injection in the arm, or should we go for the full-body immersion right away?