She held up a finger for a moment, holding off further questions. Then, moments later, a belch -- and what was probably fumes from the stuff in her belly -- escaped that slight frame.

Then that hand lowered, tightening into a fist that tapped her chest twice. Only then did she go lax, with an expression that said all was right with the world. Finally.

"When everything burns, nothing does," she advised cryptically, before turning about to find a seat and promptly reclining into it. Whew. This was running to her system a lot quicker than she was used to.

An unexpected bonus, really.