[Villanelle recognises the smell and rears back, flicking the bible cover away from her.]

Sickness.

[She hisses the word. It's not exactly fear that tightens here expression, but it's something very close. She can imagine little worse than hacking and coughing your way into an early grave. She wipes her hands on her clothes, studies her fingertips carefully. Did any get on her? She's distracted, still studying her hands when Bruce's question comes.]

Chl- [Chloroform] Coke. [She recovers, it's only a small slip, unfortunately for her, she's in a room with the kind of people who'll notice. She's supposed to be keeping these things a secret, isn't she? She had a plan, didn't she? Before today, before they ended up here.] Maybe some E. [She turns, and her grin is all bashful party girl.] Just a little, you know, to get the party started. [She gives Bruce an obvious once over.] Okay, maybe you don't know, but you do right? [She turns to Peter.] Takes the edge off.

[Subject change please.] There's something on the floor? Oh that's what you're doing. [She approaches them, a wary eye on the walls.]