Crotchticks, he was still talking. And asking her for things. She rolled a distinctly unimpressed look at him, and debated the likelihood that he could petition for help for this poison he was supposed to be coming up with. Help from an ANBU who was off missions until her familiar was healed.

Pus infected crotchro--ticks.

"You are going to owe me. Something that will burn the smell out when we're through," she said, enunciating carefully.

She didn't want to work with poisons. She didn't want to smell chemicals. And she sure as blood farts didn't want to do any of that with a man who made her skin tighten, even if it had only been a genjutsu, and even if the exact memories of it had all but faded. She worse memories to take its place--but they hadn't irradicated things entirely.

All of which meant she probably should help. She couldn't, after all, go around tense about her teammates for something they didn't do.

She crossed her arms over her chest and smothered the growl that wanted to rise in her throat. "Lots of smell-blocking things," she added unhappily.