"Always," she answers. The freshmen are practically a force of nature, hive mind agents of chaos. "Yeah. To reach his face," she says. When Heathcliff offers, she steps into his cupped hands. "What should I dr-" she begins, but a puff of something smacks her in the face. She makes and angry sound and topples backwards, sending them both sprawling. "What the fuck? Should have known that was a trap. Even his damn statue can't let me have any fun. What the fuck was that? Are we poisoned? Did-" she groans, realizing what they must have been hit with.