On some level, Verity knew that so much of what Sally said was messed up. It flicked through her mind quickly: billiwig cost, few months, shite again.
But those thoughts were shouted down by the parts of her brain effected by the venom. And it felt so great to be all tangled up, rushing through the hallways, laughing. She thought she might be floating a little, but maybe that was just the giddiness.