She loads up a syringe and sticks him, no real warning, and she hopes he'll forgive her for that later. Right now she's most worried about wasting time they don't have.

While the anti-venom does its work, she leaves herself in his line of sight and tries her best to not look worried. She's not sure it really reaches her eyes, but she takes his hand and gives it an encouraging squeeze. "That is the most ridiculous name for a glowing cat and I love it. It's perfect. You're going to need a litter box, and some toys, and there are some things you're going to want to make sure to keep locked away. I'll make you a list? Marmalade has gotten obsessed with playing with these little rubber rings that he keeps finding when we go on walks. I could bring you some. Maybe Chernobyl will like them, too."