Zico al'Soma was quite the character to say the least. Celosia couldn't imagine pulling a complete stranger that close to herself, much less strike up an intimate-ish air and end with 'Your hands are sweaty'! Celosia's hands weren't sweaty, thank you very much. Still, she felt her face heat up at the close proximity, feeling shy and hesitant at that moment. The shock that followed Zico's actions were enough to distract her from the fact that her healing etra was interrupted before the poison was completely extracted from his body.

"Wait, stop! The poison isn't completely out of your system yet..." She leaped to her feet, awkwardly hovering as she fluttered about, unsure of what to do. Was this man trying to kill himself?! 

Despite the fact that Zico could possibly die, Celosia was once again distracted by the random strangers she just met.

"Excuse me?" She blinked a few times at everyone. "Since when do I have companions? I travel alone..."