As he carries Angie to her spot, Marshall bites his lip.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Mortality rate may be part of their research..."</span><br/>He puts her down, gently. He strokes her hair for a bit, teeth clenched.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Which means you'll have to fight the poison. Alright? Hang in there, I'll get you some water."</span><br/>Marshall dashes off to the freshwater biome in the great room, grabbing a large leaf from a tree on the way. He folds the leaf double to form a rudimentary cup, and scoops up some water before heading back to Angie.