Frustratingly swept up in the maelstrom of movement and magic, Scarlett would adjust to the situation, once she was in the laboratory - there was nothing else you could call such a place.

No words were spoken by the Feral Alchemist, as Lapis started her interrogation of the strange. Her primary objective had shifted wholesale - no longer was Scarlett concerned about discovering what was driving the Makara. Lapis's earlier shout had clued her in that their were being driven by a psychosomatic influence - likely whatever had made their meat oddly delicious.

It was most likely to be found in this environment; however, the chemicals were strewn about, haphazardly, and labels were faded or handwritten. As such, she was going to trust in her nose, as the keeper of this establishment trusted their memory. Taking to task, Scarlett would sniff at the air - clearly searching for something, as she sniffed the chemical and mixtures.

After a few duds, her nose was crinkled, rather cutely, considering her less-than-cute... well... general facial expressions... once she settled on a drum filled with, likely, chemical waste.

Carefully, she sniffed it; her nose taking it apart to the base materials based on her fresh memory of the Makara's blood. Due to blocking out the chaos of their trip here, her memory of her last meal was undamaged by unnecessary distractions, and she smirked as she confirmed the source.

Her first objective secured, Scarlett would spirit about the room, gathering chemicals, one-by-one, with her left hand, as her right was yet reformed by her healing factor. It was slowed a bit by the chemical waste in her system, as her body broke it down, and turned it into biological waste with a future emergency exit plan. As she finished gathering, Scarlett would put the collection of chemicals on the table, and shake her hoodie down; reaching back, she unclasped a barrette from her hair, and used it to clasp her middle bang up against her head.

This exposed a hidden, third eye that opened wide and scanned around the room, before settling on the chemicals, and absorbing the information on them via an alchemical ritual empowered by The Void; the Eye of the Maiden, and her knowledge infinite.

After a minute, Scarlett would walk over to the drum, and her blood vessels would slam into the lid, allowing her to yank it off with absurd, unrestrained strength. Now, she had a chemical breakdown of the waste material, and just needed a complete sample of it. The Makara had degraded the sample by their own immune systems making desperate attempts to eliminate the unforeseen neurotoxin, and her own body was already over the hill in its progress.

Unfortunately, that meant that she needed to take her sample from the source - not the chemicals mixed properly, but the improper mixture that was likely wasting into the water. Therefore, gazing into the shimmering abyss, Scarlett hummed...

[i]...before she dunked her head in the drum.[/i]