*Major backs off and places a hand on Plasma pistol as softly nudges the bag over with his boot*

You could have just asked without the pistol. I'm not like ones in kitchen who I assume ended up falling foul of you. 
*removes hand and goes sitting sown with beer *
I gave her a pre war designed combat drug, it improves resistance to pain mostly. Allows increased effectiveness when wounded. 

*flicks for a second trying to find what passes for a history channel, or documentary wondering where the hell he is *