She wasn't much given to pleasantries, these days. Few people went out of their way to speak with her on the Rocket submarine unless they had need of her for some business matter, with the exceptions being so singular that she had gotten used to ignoring most people.[break][break]

So the presence of Cillian Quinn in the garden went unheeded, at first. She'd continued at a brisk walk, only ceasing when her full name -- "Elisabeth" -- arrested her in place. It had been awhile since her fellow underboss had called her that, at least without any hostility imbued in its invocation.[break][break]

She turned to glance over her shoulder at him, suspicion and curiosity both glimmering in her emerald eyes.[break][break]

"A minute?" she repeated, gloved hands wringing together as she wondered at why. If he was willing to endure her company, it was bound to be important, however. He'd made his distaste of her clear enough, hadn't he? "Of course."[break][break]

The nearby greenery appeared undisturbed at the present moment by her presence as she joined him -- a stark departure from how it had immediately blackened after her Avatarship. Her emotional stability had settled somewhat, her resentment now a low-lying simmer rather than an outright boil.[break][break]

"Ultra Beast poisons... That's a curious topic of conversation," she said, considering the matter. Her former role as a poisoner in the organization did lend her some knowledge in that area, certainly. "I'll take it you're curious about Nihilego? Or Naganadel, perhaps?"[break][break]

She'd been poisoned by the former, once. It had been... unpleasant.

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The mere mention of THEO BECKETT was enough to get her tense, clenching her teeth in a visible grimace. She made no mention of her opinion of the man, but perhaps her body language would be enough to betray it.[break][break]

Or, perhaps, it might be misinterpreted as yet another slight against the other underboss presently in front of her.[break][break]

"I could see the appeal in utilizing the neurotoxin as a weapon," she opened, brow furrowing in thought. "The use of it against Melody Miro and dahlia goode alike has proven its capability in that arena. It stands to reason it will be utilized against us, too."[break][break]

It was why she had utilized it in her mission on the Resurfaced Island, in fact. Though it had failed to affect her target as desired.[break][break]

With the organization's repeated ventures into the Ultra Deep Sea, access to that toxin had become more prevalent than ever before, as had medical advances in treatment of it. The fact both underbosses had been affected by the poison and then swiftly recovered was a testament to that progress.[break][break]

Which made immunity not an altogether impossible thing to consider.[break][break]

"Is that another reason why you came to me, then?" she said, a surprised revelation flashing across her features. "Because of my unique immunity to Nihilego poison?"[break][break]

Her bloodwork had already been sent off to Naomi Sato; undoubtedly, it could be tested upon further if Cillian Quinn so desired it. She wasn't sure what she thought of that revelation, aside from mild unease.

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"Has THEO BECKETT inserted himself into my life on multiple occasions against my wishes? Yes," she replied drily. "Yes, he certainly has."[break][break]

But this was not Cillian Quinn's fault, and for once her acidic tongue held no barbs for him.[break][break]

To be acknowledged for her expertise likewise startled her, despite herself. She'd been certain her Avatarships would be what had drawn him to come to her in the first place, but her background in toxicology often remained forgotten by Rocket at large.[break][break]

"I can provide you the antidote, of course," she said, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It might take some time to procure enough to meet your needs, depending, but it is entirely doable. Mm... how intense a dosage were you intending?"[break][break]

She eyed him thoughtfully, knowing that Cillian Quinn was far from a timid man. A sinking suspicion told her that he'd have a devastating ask in mind, not something milder.[break][break]

"You are right that I do not intend nor want to kill you," she added softly, but more to temper his own enthusiasm lest it paint her an unintentional murderer. That was an additional blight on her reputation she hardly needed.

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