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[Yes Harley, please help the man from the past. First instinct was to try and rip the collars off, but thankfully Ken spoke up in time before his hand even reached the weight around his neck. Then the clank of the chains silences any questions and concerns Liao might have to randomly injecting colourful liquids into his body. He's looking a little clueless and lost at the syringes though, so it's a good thing Harley's done the prep work fast enough.]

You have my thanks. [He tells her politely. Now how to inject...actually, upon making an obvious realization, he offers the syringe to her, explaining simply that:]

I don't know what a vein in. I'm afraid I need to call on your assistance again.