Steve grimaces and stares hard at the ceiling as Walter takes what he needs - but really, it's not the worst thing the soldier has felt by a long chalk. It's just made more unpleasant by the otherwise-calm circumstances.

"You'd need something a lot stronger than a local anasthetic. It's not really worth it." Steve exhales as the knife (and skin) get lifted away. "But what's LSD?"

"Illegal hallucinogen. Developed in the 60s. Walter's... an enthusiast." Peter looks down at Olivia's hand, thrilled and horribly guilty at once and not good at hiding either one.