Get off, you blasted--!

[Olivia is working on prying the damn flower's teeth off of her when Gnosis manages to cut through the stalk. When she extracts herself from it, it drops to the ground, flailing about wildly for a few more seconds before going still.]

Goodness. I hope I can get everything I need out of this one, because I'm not looking forward to donating this much blood to my research.

Thank you.