Rishi's bedraggled appearance seems to catch both Drew and Ginza by surprise, and for a few moments all three of the elf's companions stand in total silence. They might notice the patch of moisture between her thighs... but at a glance, her weariness and apparent illness are a lot more worrisome.<br/><br/>"Jeezus..." Ginza's voice is a mixture of awe and confusion, and he looks at Karl with a strange anxiety playing behind his eyes. "Did she... attack him? I mean, I know that she was getting frustrated with..."<br/><br/>"No,<strong>Rishi </strong>didn't attack anyone." Karl cuts the hacker off mid-thought, and steps in between the human and the elf as if to protect her from further harm. "Job just decided to play a little 'joke,' and it went a bit overboard. She had a bad reaction to the chemicals he used for his little 'bomb,' is all. Drew, can you..."<br/><br/>"Eh, already on it." True to his word, the Ork is already opening the back of the van and pulling out the group's heavy med-kit. With a hand-to-hand fighter in their midst, the group knows that it's best to keep a well-stocked medkit on hand. Though it's mostly for meatball work, with all the real supplies stashed safely back in their safe-house. "Alright, Elf... We don't have flush in the pack, because it causes some pretty nasty nausea. But I've got some staunch- it'll make ya light-headed, and I wouldn't eat anything for an hour or two, but it'll keep suppress the effects of the chem. Karl keeps it in quick-injectors to handle anyone who's having a bad trip..."<br/><br/>He at least has the decency to look ashamed, since often-time it's his own "roid-rage" that requires staunching.<br/><br/>"... maybe that will help?"<br/><br/>"How're we supposed to work with a... troll.... who just up and poisons our teammates like this?!"