"Shit, man, you okay - " Saturday gets to be worried for half a second before his smell hits her and she starts gagging. She backs up, instinctively covering her face with her arm, which bring her into close contact with her own spray.

"Fucking - "

She doubles over, gagging, and heaves. For a moment, she genuinely wonders if it's poison.

"What the fuck is that thing?" she demands, as soon as she can catch her breath.