"It isn't every day you see a voluntary guinea pig," Sam said, folding her arms across her chest and leaning her back against the edge of the counter top. "Go ahead. Let me know how it goes down." She supposed she ought to feel a pang of guilt, considering her family's history of experimentation. But fuck that. It was her birthday.

Anyway, she was reasonably sure it wouldn't actually hurt Major.

Well. Pretty sure, anyway.

...sort of sure?