"I'm sure whoever threw it had the right idea," Tannis spat, picking herself up. "Was doing more than chasing skirts in the middle of a riot, that's for sure." The alchemist has a few scrapes and scratches on her, much to her horror, from the wave of mewling claws that carried them beyond the gate. She didn't suffer any real damage, but her hypochondria with anything to do with the disease made her reach into the haversack and take out her healer's kit. She spend a few moments seeing to the cleaning and tending to those scrapes, hoping that if that was how the disease was spread that she had faulted its advance. It was unlikely, but she'd sleep better. If Asuna wanted to be looked at, Tannis would be happy to comply.<br/><br/>Checking her bag she found a few of her coins and half her rations missing. The money she didn't mind so much, the food she did. "Fucking cats!"