After she violently heaved out the contents of her stomach and crashed onto the floor Rhiane was conscious but not quite aware of her surroundings. It took a painful amount of effort to recognize Tobias's face hovering over hers as he slid her backwards and gently inspected the damage to her shoulder (as it had absorbed the impact of her fall). Disoriented and slightly delusional she swore she heard Luke's voice although she couldn't understand at first how he knew where she was or what had happened. Her mind kept failing to connect the dots and instead focused on inane things like how they were invading the women's bathroom and were men, or how her throat hurt, or how she really disliked the coral hue painted on the walls. Her so brain was overloaded with the sudden bombardment of external and internal stimuli, it had blocked out the majority of her sensory perception, and thus she was blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation for the moment.

"Sorry," she heard herself say though her speech was slightly inhibited by a tongue that was reluctant to form coherent words. This evidently was not what Tobias expected her to say and he narrowed his eyes in response. The newly appointed bodyguard of the princess elect was so worried she understood it through the haze caused by poison coursing through her veins. To Rhiane it was only natural she apologize for making a mess on the floor even if it was unintentional. Any sane individual, however, that realized their very life was in jeopardy would not be worrying themselves over the sight of vomit. No one yet knew if she had been given a lethal dose of a toxic substance.

"I'll keep you updated on her condition," Tobias promised as he scooped the former farmer up into his arms and lifted her from the ground.

Rhiane was staring after Luke as she belatedly started to realize something was very wrong for him to be reassuring her that she would be 'fine' and 'Dr. Gulsvig' would be taking care of her. Her fiance was showing more emotion than she was accustomed to seeing and it was so bizarre, and so sincere, she could not conceive of objecting to the course of action even if meant confronting a major source of anxiety. Later Luke could see this as the victory it truly was. She was the most vulnerable he had seen her and yet she trusted him implicitly. Arguably she had more reasons not to put her faith in him than to be so simply persuaded he had her best interests at heart but they did not so much as make it to the surface of her mind.

With time of the essence, Tobias, after making certain he had a good grip on his charge, started to jog down the corridor and towards the elevator that would lead them to the fourteenth floor where a hovercraft was waiting for them. Rhiane's eyes had closed once they were out of sight of the crown prince. The relative-by-birth to the crown spread his lips in a thin line as he waited for the lift to jettison them to the correct level of the building. It was more likely to be a benign correlation than a sign of causation, though he had to admit the onset of this illness was so abrupt it made him suspicious she had been unwell sooner than when she had waved him over for bathroom directions, and there was only one person she might suppress symptoms for. In his opinion Luke was not worthy of such consideration. Sofia was the reason that Rhiane had been brought here. She had unknowingly put herself at great risk, yet the caged woman had made every concession for her titled paramour, even when he ignored her and favored another given the opportunity.

"Ms. Black has lost consciousness," he advised as he stepped out of the elevator and continued on his path. With his accelerated pace it took him longer to read the signs than to reach the gate. "No loss of breath or cardiac arrest. Proceeding into the hovercraft. We will wait until we're a respectable distance from Evolab HQ before calling for a blockade."

Just as he was about to board the hovercraft Rhiane jerked back awake and, pitching slightly to side, threw up for a second time. Most of the ejected bodily fluid was bile but there was more blood and half-digested food as well, some of which he deduced might have been from their untainted luncheon. It was a good sign. That she was retching meant that her body had not given up on purging itself of the poison. The less that was trapped in her stomach the less likelihood she would be spending the rest of the night in intensive care and recovery. Tobias allowed himself to let out a sigh of relief as she sagged in his harms and started to either doze or lose consciousness again.

"Gate on Level 14 will need a biohazard team to clean up," he remarked wryly as he climbed into the hovercraft. Instead of trying to sit up the dead weight he laid her on her side, facing her outwards in case there was an encore of regurgitation, and buckled her in to the best of her ability. It was not optimal but Evolab was not prepared to deal with a VIP guest requiring discreet emergency transportation in the middle of a business event she had not been explicitly invited to. Rhiane was secure enough to survive the journey that would be made exponentially shorter with Queen Camilla herself likely to shut down every ounce of traffic that could lead to scandalous tragedy.