[i]"Seriously... cats."[/i] It was only after Crispin's stomach finally calmed down that he noticed Zacharias' repulsed remarks. He chuckled nervously, now aware that it wasn't just someone watching his nauseating episode - it was the green boy himself, the front man who always seemed upset for some reason or other. Crispin wiped whatever gunk was left by his mouth with his glove. "Zachary, my boy! I, uh... sorry you had to see that." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I don't... know what might've... uhh..." It was obvious Crispin would keep rambling forever about his confusion, so Zach was straight to the point. Crispin's slicked ears perked up immediately. "The Director?" He blinked rapidly, trying to process what the dog just told him. Then he flitted his eyes to the putrid mess he had made, before looking back at Zach and pointing at himself. "Me? Was it the puke? Dude, I can - I can clean this up in a jiffy. I'm a cafeteria man, I've dealt with this shit before. I just..." Wait, did he get caught fumbling with his meds? Crispin sighed and defeatedly placed his hands in his coat pockets. Now that his throat stopped burning, the ocelot couldn't help but worry about what's going to happen to him now. Medically, at least. Did he ingest it in time? Who does he even talk to about what to do in this sitch? Crispin's shoulders slumped as he followed along after Zacharias. "All right all right, I'm comin' I'm comin'." [i]Quit yer bitchin', Nancy.[/i]