Arturo takes the water and, while Quinton is preparing the brew, swiftly dumps it on Brunhilde's head to wake her up. It doesn't work, and now Brunhilde is unconscious and soaked, rather than just unconscious. Arturo lightly slaps her as a last ditch effort to awaken her, and is rewarded with a reflexive kick to the shin. He groans in frustration and hops over to the seat across the table when Quinton returns.

The Butler uses quite a few fancy words, which Arturo likes, though he doesn't completely understand everything. Quinton seems to him to be competent enough, and he allows him to try to treat Brunhilde.

The fumes from the concoction jolt Brunhilde awake some ten seconds after initial exposure. She almost falls out of the seat the instant she awakens. The scent of smoke hits her again, and she thrusts all oxygen away from her body instinctively to smother the nonexistant fire, almost losing consciousness again in the process. Being out for a few minutes hasn't exactly done her much good, it seems. The air remixes itself again as she gasps for breath.

She looks to Arturo, who isn't exactly the best communicator. She then looks to Quinton and identifies the smell of ammonium carbonate emanating from the glass in his hand, which she assumes brought her back to consciousness.

[color=8493ca]"Thanks. I think. Where are we, and who are you?"[/color]

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