[Lua has a good idea of why everyone's getting sick, but she tried it herself, just to make sure, and nothing. Either she's wrong or it hasn't gotten her, and she's glad for that last part, with all the tiny lies she has to tell. So, Medusa, here she is, picking up a snack between meals. When she sees her, she gives her a nod in acknowledgement, and her usual question's out before she can stop herself.]
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You making it?