[No name? Oh well. All in due time. If they're going to be in this city for the long run, Monts figures she'll know it sooner or later.
She catches the vial clicking her tongue as she studies its contents.]
Oh, you want me to burn my nostrils?
[Not that she'll feel that either but then again she's never damaged her own nose in that way to know what it's like. She holds it up to the light to study its contents.]
Hm. At a glance, it's not oregano or thyme, I'll tell you that for free.
no subject
She catches the vial clicking her tongue as she studies its contents.]
Oh, you want me to burn my nostrils?
[Not that she'll feel that either but then again she's never damaged her own nose in that way to know what it's like. She holds it up to the light to study its contents.]
Hm. At a glance, it's not oregano or thyme, I'll tell you that for free.