[He ignores her when she throws herself at him this time. She's not important. It's the door -- it's -- it's something. She's pressing him into it, but that's finem because doesn't he need to be pushing it anyway? Is it a pull? He can't quite keep it straight.
She's already stepping backward before he notices she's injected him with anything in the first place. He glances over his shoulder, then sways dangerously, catching himself on the closest wall.]
action;
She's already stepping backward before he notices she's injected him with anything in the first place. He glances over his shoulder, then sways dangerously, catching himself on the closest wall.]
You... did something.