Nathaniel is, perhaps, shitting her a little bit. More than a little bit. He has to stay calm so she will be calm, and his reassurances to her, while exaggerated, will ultimately keep her hands steady. He nods.

"Go ahead and slide your hands inside. Slowly, until you feel glass or metal with your fingers. Those are the glass cylinders holding the liquid poison. If the liquid touches air, it becomes gas, which is why the glass isn't easy to break. Slide your fingers down and you will feel the tubing that runs from the cylinders to the trap. I am going to give you tools to pinch those tubes off before you cut them. First, I need you to count how many cylinders there are so we know what we're dealing with."