"Ugh," Annie blanches as the musicians hand the jar back and forth, contemplating its uses. She hears their discussion of whether or not it is to be consumed and... as they select their unfortunate guinea pig, she covers her eyes with her hands. "Ugh! Fuckin' gross! Fuckin' gross!"

And then she's sliding down a throat, through the dark wet interior of a fucking Meradan. She turns a bit green in the face, but knowing she's not going to get anything more from this, she just cuts the connection before it can get any worse. She lies down in the sparse grass behind the tent, still covering her face with her hands.

"Why am I always getting ingested, holy shit, that's two-for-two."