"That's the problem..." Ptricia tried to stand, and collapsed again, looking a lot like a rag doll that had been dumped against the wall. "I only have one shrinking potion in my pack... Reizu had the others. That's why I gave you the instructions, I'm burning through what energy I got from that snack just staying focussed enough to tell you all this. Bodies out of whack, co-ordinated movement..." Her head lolled for a moment before she managed to look back up at him. "... is out of the question, let alone any kind of spell effect. You're going to have to carry me out, and the only potion I've got that can alter me so I won't burden you... It wasn't meant for this... but since it's not my magic, I can use it."<br/><br/>She reached in her pack like someone with a numbed arm, and skittered out two vials. Her hand flopped across one, and she grasped it as if wearing stiff gloves. She managed to grab it between both hands, and bring it up to her mouth, pulling out the cork with her teeth and chewing it up. "Leave nothing behind. The amulets and stuff will dissapear when we escape. Not sure if I'll be able to communicate... why I gave directions... ahead, left, up stairs, right, air con room, got it? Safest you eat me, and reform me once we're back at base. And get your mask on, the gas must be dissapating, but it might still affect you."<br/><br/>She upended the potion into her mouth, dribbles leaking from either side, and swallowed. She started to shrink, but as she did, the texture of her body changed, getting browner, and rougher. In a dozen seconds, she was reduced to a 6 inch high anthropomorpic figure made of gingerbread.