As an Assassin, a gas trap was nothing new to the pirate. She recoiled as she saw the puff, pulling her sleeve across her face, but as close as she was when the trap went off of course a little of it got past her reaction. She tumbled back from the desk, coughing as she pulled herself into a crouch.

The materia had been left behind in her haste, but that was far from the chiefest of her concerns. She waited a moment to feel the telltale burn or pain of poison but instead she felt...warm. She could feel a heat and a tingling building up inside her. And then it began to spread and...

Her eyes went wide as she felt it begin to take effect, shooting an accusing glance at Reno. "You can't be serious..."