Remington stared at the empty bottle, taking it with a quick and aggressive swipe, as his eyebrow frantically twitched up and down. [i]That little... SHE... No, no Remington. Calm down, don't fail your task, due to the rotten brat.[/i] He took a deep breath in, and out as he held onto the box. Peering back at Anya, "Well, something came up, you see. The sickness must have only recently affected him. Trust me, I'm a friend of Elric, you wouldn't believe the stories about sickness he'd tell."

He paused as he moved closer towards the girl, and paused, "Say, what did you use to make those fingerprints." [i]If she ruined the book as well... No! No, it will be fine. With all the medical books he has! It would be a slim chance she chose it anyway.[/i] He thought to himself as he tried to calm himself down. "Maybe Elric would like to see that painting? But... what exactly did you use to make it?"