"Thank you," Matt says, still struggling to steady his insides. He picks up the container with one hand and cradles it just to be sure he won't miss. While he's relieved to have a container to use, the foul smell hangs onto the man who had been mixing up the concoction, and it's enough to send him over the edge and face down into the container for a minute.

Groaning, Matt raises his head again. "What in the world are you mixing up with such foul ingredients?" Poison comes to mind, but he senses no one in the row of rooms nearby marked for death soon. If it's that, it must be for later.