When good plants go bad
Katie was just standing idly under the shower. It'd been a long day and she was far to tired to actually move. But the spray was turned on full and she let the hot stream work out the aches in the muscles of her shoulders and back, as well as wash away the yellow and red gunge that had splattered all over her.
Stackhouse's team had found a plant which looked like it could belong to the Asclepias rubra genus, which the local folks had used for it's anaesthetic properties. It didn't react well to their tests though and had shot the stuff at her. Some sort of natural defense, which was probably more effective against smaller animals. It had left parts of her skin numb, so apparently it works. She thought bitterly, still hoping the residue would wash out of her hair.
Stackhouse's team had found a plant which looked like it could belong to the Asclepias rubra genus, which the local folks had used for it's anaesthetic properties. It didn't react well to their tests though and had shot the stuff at her. Some sort of natural defense, which was probably more effective against smaller animals. It had left parts of her skin numb, so apparently it works. She thought bitterly, still hoping the residue would wash out of her hair.