She didn't have a better word for describing the symptoms of not eating what was in the jar. Ariadne would figure it out, or she wouldn't. In the end, it wasn't any skin off of her hide since she'd given the warning.

"Trust me. They sing Kumbayyah a lot around here," her voice sounded bemused distantly, though her smiles never quite reached her eyes. They always had a sort of plasticity and fakeness to them. "They look for that common ground since they're all trapped together. Stand together against the problems and whatever." She snorted.

"It's got its appeal, don't get me wrong. Just don't see the point usually. The problems come and go every month."