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[at his description of Harry Mudd, she purses her lip, her expression sour. she's seen people like that in Chester's Mill--people with a law-abiding, "good" front and darkness behind it. never anything severe--not in a little place like that. at least, not before the dome, though if Duke's last words were anything to go by, there was more of it going on than she ever found out. but either way, in the poor area of a quarantine zone like this, it's no surprise to hear about people doing the same. she decides to keep an eye out for Harry Mudd, though she imagines a man like Kay is probably doing that already--keeping track of his loopholes. but as his involvement isn't what's being questioned here, she just says:] Yeah...I've seen that type.

Wait. [her eyes narrow a little, confused by his description] What do you mean it's like a dog? Is it...poisonous?