Very.

Erica was a few minutes late, and the other three were already there when she arrived. She apologized as she removed her coat.

"Professor Martin wouldn't stop telling me about his latest fly fishing trip," she explained. "He thinks I don't notice him staring at my-"

Her eyes widened as Ross touched her forehead and spoke, then she crumpled to the ground. Andrew glared at Ross, who shrugged.

"What the fuck, man?"

Ross shrugged. "I thought they were just glorified fleshlights. Did you really want to hear her complain about Martin ogling her?"

Madison was kneeling next to the heap of loosely-connected limbs that had been their professor. She rose, script in hand.

"Now boys, we can bicker later. Let's see what happens when we zap her script with some nitrous."

While they waited, they had familiarized themselves with the whippets. Ross had purchased a whipped cream maker to go with them; it was a metal canister slightly larger than a travel coffee mug with a strange apparatus at the top constituting of a long metal attachment, a small lever, and a plastic nozzle.

Ross unscrewed the attachment and slotted a nitrous canister in, then reattached it. There was a whooshing sound as the canister was pierced and the device was suddenly cold in his hand. He placed the script on his cheap coffee table and pointed the nozzle at it. He pulled the lever and a blast of cold air shot out, blowing the script off the table.

"Shit," he said, and Madison laughed. "Come hold onto it," he grumbled, and she picked it up and did as he said. With Madison holding it in place and Andrew watching curiously, he blasted the script with sustained nitrous for about thirty seconds.

Afterwards, the three leaned over to inspect it. To their disappointment, it didn't appear different at all.

"Can you use your golem powers or whatever to check it?" Andrew asked Madison, who rolled her eyes.

"I've got the same eyesight you do," she said. "And it doesn't look any different to me. What if we put it back into Erica?"

"And get more of that 'nothing to say' crap?" Andrew objected. "If anything we ought to put it in you."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Madison said quietly. Ross touched her shoulder.

"Come on, babe. We can just try it for a minute. If the nitrous activated something, maybe you'll be able to tell us about it."

Madison gave him a strangely sad smile. "Sure, Ross. Just give me a second."

Andrew looked questioningly at Ross, who shrugged. "A minute for what?" he asked.

Madison had entered something into her phone and was walking towards the door. They watched her curiously as she opened it and turned around.

"Ross, I am so, so, sorry."

*For what?" Andrew asked, eyes narrowing.

Before she could respond, Dr. Chambers came through the doorway and put an arm around Madison, who smiled apologetically.

"For this."