"I do not think," Oscar says between ragged gasps for air "That this..." She flaps a hand towards herself and then the other women to generally indicate the poison, "This isn't how it usually goes."

As if to punctuate her words, her legs choose this moment to give out completely, and she crumples to the ground. To her credit, she pushes herself into a roughly sitting position almost immediately. "Rage against the heavens all you like, Madame. It'll only kill you that much faster"