"Consistency... is not a good thing, not right now," she said, not wanting to mention the Dragon's behavior. It wasn't like Anthrax scares weren't current news in the world she'd come from. The thought hadn't occurred to her at the time, but right about now it was looking alarmingly, increasingly like Surt was a very smart bastard.

She plucked up a small set of vials from the crate, one that had been set aside from the others. Looking at the little yellow tubes, she nodded and popped one open, downing it. "I'm going to regret this eventually, but fuck it. Might as well make myself useful. What's first?"