[ Looking at and smelling the soup makes her stomach turn in all the worst ways, so she's keeping all of her attention focused on Susan right now. She slumps both arms over the chair, chin resting on top. ]

Something tell me it isn't even poison. We would have contracted it wether we ate the food or not.

We don't even know what the cure is! Just that murder alleviates it. It'd be a real performance if someone could even manage to go through with one while this exhausted.