She flinched at the touch, it seared and froze all at once, or maybe that was just in her head? She wasn't quite sure. Everything seemed a bit...less real, and she was very firmly in the realm of 'terrified out of her mind' by now.
"Dhatūrā," she said, her lips shaping the word like she'd never left home. "Moonflower, angel's trumpet, devil's weed."