Bullshit. This-- [She gestures at Carlisle, at the geiser of ink he's been spewing.] --isn't normal, just like how this-- [And now she points at herself, indicating the black smudges of samandrine still on her skin.] --is not normal. Where is that shit coming from? Is it terminal?

[From where Rey is standing, it looks like Carlisle has some sort of freak illness. And that wouldn't be nearly as disconcerting if it weren't for the fact that she's seen more than her share of freak illnesses over the decades. Seriously. Fuck biological warfare.

[After a moment, she steps back. Breathes. Attempts to be calm this time.]

Thank you, by the way.

[Huff.]