She couldn't remember the relative blood volume tables she had looked up on the grubnet once out of idle curiosity, an entire sweep ago, but she'd never once fed from the oliveblood and her tolerance had to be higher than Sollux's at a minimum, right? She certainly could bear it.

Her arm made a rainbow-drinker-rapid motion towards the pocket where she always kept spare bandages in preparation for this sort of increasingly rare possibility, jerked back to her side awkwardly - before she repeated the action more slowly, a very clear "No Sudden Movements" mindset guiding her, and this time successfully extracted a bandage to place in her lap.

"So you think you can, then."