Kei took the bags but otherwise ignored the woman. Microwaving blood was the stupidest thing he's heard of, it's like microwaving tissue cells which would simply break down the molecular structure and change it. He didn't however comment, he was too grumpy to give a damn.

"They don't want you to help me." His voice was growing in strength but it was only becoming more gruff. A logical part of his mind knew that Peter was being helpful but he didn't see anything in himself that was worth helping.

He lifted the bag to his lips and tore a small hole. He wasn't going to enjoy drinking cold blood but he knew that they'd only let him leave if he finished the two bags he'd been given.