Mikaela squirms out with a gasp, resting against his plating as she wipes sweat from her brow with the back of a wrist. Her gloves are covered in his vital fluid, but she's managed to avoid getting on her skin.

"It's okay, I get you. Really." She waves a hand, giving him a weak smile. "I wouldn't really enjoy your torso up in my chest cavity myself."

Ignoring size difference, she really doesn't want to think about how the pain might translate over.

"How does it feel now, though? Fluid pressure holding steady?"