After being told to tone down her worries, Sabine stopped to reflect for a moment. There were enough near misses while they were with the clan that some of her worries were justified, but they were still in a safe place. The tension over the trial was being contained well.

Sabine was brought out of her worries and thoughts when she looked up curiously at Meesei in reaction to her next request. She didn't outright refuse, but her still expression told of wheels turning in her mind. After a solid moment, Sabine took a breath and half-turned to Carana, who was still standing nearby and waiting. "Carana," Sabine's voice had a little more confidence in it, "how do we find a scent like that?"

"Well, Sabine, scents always come from something, no matter how tiny," Carana unclasped her hands and looked over at the equipment they had set up, "It would be a matter of isolating it. If it is the scent of a person, it would most likely be oil or dust from skin, or sweat, or something of that nature. Picking it out would be difficult, however. We might get it just before it evaporates away, or gets sunken into the mixture again...or even sucked up our noses as we test it. The nature of isolating it would likely destroy the sample as well. If the poison already has an overwhelming scent, well..." Carana trailed off and shrugged.

Sabine turned her head to Meesei apologetically. "I'm sorry."