[Taking the flimsy compliment instead of picking it out for the deflection she’d intended it to be is a far better outcome than Lilith had been hoping for. She’ll take the win for what small relief it’s worth.] Right. [Lilith moves aside and walks ahead of Maketh, glancing back at the woman over her shoulder—- still there, still standing reed-straight and stony-faced. She snaps her gaze right back to the front and clears her throat.

She doesn’t really know what to say. So, as usual, she’ll simply keep moving.]

This isn’t the only building with bottles like that acid I found, [Lilith explains, having stepped forward to hold the door open for Maketh,] but it’s the one I found that particular one in.

[It’s got some too-short tables and too-tall chairs, and a counter that might’ve at one point been a bar: all along the walls are an array of bright bottles filled with liquids of all colors.]

That particular bottle was green. Dunno if there are any more.