"Not saying I don't know the risks. Likely more aware of them than you are," Tannis said. "I was the one wanting to stay away from the infected, from this place with them all about, likely breathing into our drinks and food. I just would like to keep a hold on my ability to speak coherently a bit longer if that's all the same to you. Now, on the off-chance the very air I'm breathing isn't poisoning me, if you're going to violate the poor thing, I'm sure there's a back room." There was a clear edge that replaced her initial casual tone. Tannis thought the male tiefling likely mused about having the women at the table be turned into willing and wanting cats for his own pleasure. Course, lying with him wasn't so bad a prospect, the inquisitor was well built...but from how he spoke of it right then he clearly didn't have the same concern about the disease that she did. How could he? Wasn't like he was at much risk.<br/><br/>The alchemist returned her eyes to her journal and continued writing. She hadn't had much of a writing surface at the briefing the city's remaining leadership gave them and many other adventuring parties, so she decided to keep track of all the details. The situation was definitely different than how she learned of it in the bubble of the mage's college she left behind.