HP:1Lina tugged back on the scalpel as the other told her that she could not have it. "I will have." She retorted defiantly, not caring in the slightest that it wasn't hers. When Lina saw something shiny, bright, beautiful, dangerous, or anything else that she desired there was little that would bar her way to obtaining it. In spite of her tiring body she gave the scalpel handle one last tug while kicking out with her foot. She would claim the small metal instrument if it was the last thing she did.