Lena is not a scientist. She's really not. Her intellectual and creative juices lie somewhere entirely different, and so when it comes to chemical analysis she's not much help. Instead she goes into support mode, making sure that Sid and Jim have everything they need. The DJ doesn't snoop or pry around Sid's place; instead she runs out to grab some energy drinks and/or coffee (whatever they might want) and watches from a respectful distance. If it takes long enough, she heads to the bathroom for a couple minutes to take her meds and then returns.
As much as she's not a chemist, then they name the substance by its chemical elements she recognizes it immediately. Her nose wrinkles; she doesn't know chemistry but she knows her drug scenes. She used to be into it much harder (that was BEFORE she was Awakened, for the record) and she did learn a fair amount during that time.
"Jesus, dustheads?" She sighs and steps forward then, looking between the two. "PCP is a nasty one among the hard drugs. Like Jim said, that would explain potential mental issues. It's old-school, too. You don't see this shit on the street much these days. What's next, Ludes?"
A wry joke, meant to lighten her own mood more than anything else. She doesn't look pleased at the revelation of the drug. "PCP is a mood alterant; it's incredibly unpredictable. It would also explain why she thought Sid was someone named Chastity; you can hallucinate on it."
She chews on her lower lip a bit, staring at the vial and their results. "It could be magickally enhanced. Think about it; PCP destroys any ego boundaries and pretty unhinges you, pretty much short-circuits your pain receptors. If it's Awakened, then it could do worse. I mean, even if it's not an Awakened person using it is like a walking tactical nuke, but..." She shrugs. "It's worth checking."
As much as she's not a chemist, then they name the substance by its chemical elements she recognizes it immediately. Her nose wrinkles; she doesn't know chemistry but she knows her drug scenes. She used to be into it much harder (that was BEFORE she was Awakened, for the record) and she did learn a fair amount during that time.
"Jesus, dustheads?" She sighs and steps forward then, looking between the two. "PCP is a nasty one among the hard drugs. Like Jim said, that would explain potential mental issues. It's old-school, too. You don't see this shit on the street much these days. What's next, Ludes?"
A wry joke, meant to lighten her own mood more than anything else. She doesn't look pleased at the revelation of the drug. "PCP is a mood alterant; it's incredibly unpredictable. It would also explain why she thought Sid was someone named Chastity; you can hallucinate on it."
She chews on her lower lip a bit, staring at the vial and their results. "It could be magickally enhanced. Think about it; PCP destroys any ego boundaries and pretty unhinges you, pretty much short-circuits your pain receptors. If it's Awakened, then it could do worse. I mean, even if it's not an Awakened person using it is like a walking tactical nuke, but..." She shrugs. "It's worth checking."
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."