Sharon holds the potion awkwardly in both hands, gazing at it with a curious, if hesitant, fascination. The woman appears to know what the item is, a Rock Armor tonic, but couldn't it just as easily be a You're Totally Fucked tonic? She doesn't think she's going to drink it, but she slips it into the knapsack at her side just in case.

"Could be useful given the crazy around here." And the whole city is certainly filled with crazy these days. The demons have not been great to their host city, and Sharon cannot wait until Cecily manages to close all the rifts (and until then, demon serial killing).

"How could you tell what it was?"