[No gloves of any kind are on Elissa's hands today, but she reaches out to accept the vials as well as the offered hand. The small smile upon her face fades when she feels the uncomfortable *zot* of the shock and her features take on a scowl.
Elissa tries to yank her hand back as she darkly eyes the Tyrant. Damn lightning spells.]
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Elissa tries to yank her hand back as she darkly eyes the Tyrant. Damn lightning spells.]
Get off my ship.