"I don't know good wine from bad, so that might be wasted on me," she said lightly. It wasn't quite true. Section had taught her to know any number of things for missions, and wine quality was one of them. But it wasn't something she should know since her general persona was firmly working-class, so it wasn't something she seemed to know.

She started stitching without any further warnings since anticipation could honestly be worse than the actual pain of the needle. She tied a neat knot in the first suture and snipped the ends, then went to the next stitch.