Kijani nodded a bit, still thinking. "But what if it's not an actual mist, what if it's... not even liquid? Then what?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something coming at her, and she reflexively sliced at it with a sharpened piece of paper. "Oh. Sorry, Flower Girl." Then, Ben caught her attention. He was still lying there. Bleeding. She could smell the blood, coppery and heavy and all wrong... Her vision started to go funny, but she couldn't tear her eyes free of the sight. "Ah. Fearless Leader..." Her voice sounded strange in her own ears. "...he- his... he's... his chest... he's not... breathing..."