Candy visits Benji though she has a cold.
In the lab Benji is working. He turns at the sound of her high heels.
Seductively, she pouts.
“For goodness sake, I am processing photos,” he says, and spins away to save his prints.
Candy moves swiftly, grabbing the stiletto from the garter on her thigh.
“Benji!” she shouts.
“W-what is it”? Benji turns to her and stammers, his eyes on the blade.
Candy lifts her arm. He deflects. Then it happens. The pressure bursts forth. Candy sneezes.