Her companions clearly didn't understand scholarship and alchemy, Tannis concluded. Research wasn't just staying cooped up in a lab all day, but she was done making claims; once she had the cure in a vial they'd see. Fieldwork would have to be done, but in the end it was all research.<br/><br/>Once mounted and out onto the streets, Tannis grew rather unease with the masses of kittens all around them. One hand still on the reigns, her other touched one of the pouches on her adventurer's sash, now serving as a cloth belt to secure her robes around the nave. As the horses began to panic with the surrounding surge of the mobs of cat girls, Tannis' hand reached into the pouch and took out the all too familiar mixture of one of her bombs in a clear vial, ready to be set alight by a spark from her magical aura.<br/><br/>Tannis' glance shifted to each of her companions, looking for a sign of what they were to do. Their inquisitor seemed to be preoccupied with himself, even as dozens of the plague-victims move to latch themselves upon their beasts and saddles. "We're getting out of here, now!" She threw the bomb she drew into the air, not much caring where it landed. She lit it with her aura and threw it high enough in hopes that it wouldn't actually land before detonating; a quick scare was all they needed. Tannis redoubled the hold she had on the reigns of her horse, preparing to at least guide it through the gate.