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"Welcome home, Mistress," intoned two voices at once.

Alice froze in the doorway to her garage, handbag swaying on the ringtail's unmoving arm. Her neighbors, the Turners, were in her living room.

That wasn't odd in itself. She had given the two jackals a spare key to her home, so they could look after things when she was away. What was unusual was that the two jackals were kneeling on the carpet, wearing nothing but sheer silk thigh-high stockings and shoulder-length gloves, legs spread wide and arms held respectfully behind their backs to display their bodies. They both had equal, dumb smiles on their faces.

Alice pulled her long ringed tail around and kneaded it nervously in her hands. She stole glances left and right over the rim of her glasses. "Ha ha," she chuckled nervously. "Nice joke. Where's the camera?"

"There's no camera that we know of, Mistress," said Kevin Turner, his wide smile never leaving his lips for a moment. "But we could go get ours if you desire."

Alice bit down on another nervous giggle. Why were her neighbors here? Naked? Or, mostly naked anyways? "What on earth are you doing?"

"Waiting for your commands, Mistress," said Jasmine Turner.

"No, really."

"Really, Mistress. We are waiting for your commands."

The ringtail stared at them, looking from Kevin to Jasmine and back again, trying to stay focused on their eyes and not on the full breasts and perked nipples of Jasmine or the full sheath of Kevin. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," they said, almost, but not quite in unison. "We only want to do as you command."

"Uh, well," she stammered and felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she glanced again at her neighbors. "Could you both go and put some clothes on, and then sit on the couch?"

"Right away, Mistress."

As the two jackals got up and walked into a side bedroom, Alice stumbled into the kitchen, flung her handbag onto the counter, threw open the fridge, cracked open a beer, and downed the first half of it in one quick swallow. The chilled liquid hit her innards with a sharp punch that finally freed her mind to actually work again. What was going on? Why were they acting like this? Was this something sexual for them, that they wanted her to join in on? If so, Alice wished they had asked before they stripped down in her living room.

She sighed and absently groomed a patch of fur under her throat with a claw as she thought about it all. She turned to put the rest of the beer back in the fridge and noticed as she did so that her fridge was packed with freshly bought groceries. As the door swung shut, her new wakefulness alerted her to other changes in the kitchen: for starters, it was spotless. Every counter had been scrubbed down. The floor had been swept. The sink cleaned. Even the stove, which had been covered in grease splatters that she just hadn't bothered with, gleamed as if new.

The ringtail shook her head and walked back into the living room when she heard the two jackals return and take their seats. Alice noticed that they had not changed out of the silk stockings and gloves, but instead put on their other clothes over top of them. Both wore jeans, but where Jasmine preferred a loose t-shirt, Kevin wore a thick flannel button-down shirt. They still had that slightly eerie smile on their faces. "Is this better, Mistress?" Jasmine asked.

"Uh, yes, thank you, Jasmine." Alice took a deep breath, swallowed, and sat down in an armchair to study the pair. If she ignored the looks on their faces and the silk on their hands and feet, they looked as they always had. Alice herself was tall and thin, almost the point of being bony: the two jackals were a little shorter than most of their kind, with a touch of paunch around their middles. Jasmine never quite knew what to do with her hands and kept moving them around in her lap, while Kevin had one arm relaxed at his side and the other laid across his wife's shoulders. They looked back at her with an unusual infinite patience in their eyes. "So, uh, if it's all right to ask, why are you here and doing this?"

Kevin spoke. "There was an accident at the lab, and we thought this was the safest option."

That only confused Alice more. She felt her tail curling around and instinctively reached out to hold it in her hands. "An accident? And that led to this?"

Jasmine nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. We do confidential government research in chemistry."

Alice blinked. The jackal hadn't even paused in telling her this, and she had never known. I mean, she knew they worked for the government, but thought they were desk workers, not researchers.

"We have been working the last several years on developing an actual truth serum," Kevin continued. "And today, in a lapse of judgment, we accidentally exposed ourselves to the compound we had been working on."

"Truth serum," the ringtail repeated, still shocked. This had to be confidential information they were casually revealing.

Jasmine nodded. "Yes, Mistress, only once we were exposed to it, we quickly realized it was not acting as a truth serum per se. Instead, we both quickly developed an overpowering compulsion to submit and obey. It took a minute for us to notice the effects. By the end of the second minute, we both started to feel that desire overwhelming others. By the end of the third, we were getting truly desperate. We wanted nothing more than to be commanded, ordered, taken control of."

Kevin continued the story on, smiling serenely as he did so. "But we could not take care of that need at work. Neither of us could control the other, because we both wanted to submit too much."

"And your coworkers?" Alice ventured.

Jasmine shook her head. "We could not tell them without admitting we had been following lax safety protocols. We might lose our jobs, Mistress. And the urge to submit to them and confess everything was already almost too much. So before we lost our sense of ourselves completely, we decided that we would pick someone outside of work, whom we could trust, and would devote ourselves entirely to them."

"Me. You picked me."

"Exactly, Mistress," Kevin said. "And picking you made many things easier."

Alice felt her cheeks warming again. She crossed her legs and tried to hide her expression under a raised hand. "How so?"

"Once we had committed ourselves to being yours, we could perform actions we knew you would like. For example, we knew you would not appreciate us losing our jobs, so after we had committed ourselves to you, we cleaned up all evidence of the accident and left work early, claiming that we weren't feeling well."

"We wanted desperately to call you, Mistress," Jasmine said earnestly. "But we knew you were working and did not like to be interrupted, so we did not. But that left us with several hours to fill and an overwhelming desire to serve you."

"So we first went to the market so we could find you the perfect meal for dinner."

"Oh!" Alice let her hand drop from her face and thought. The ringtail screwed her eyes up to the ceiling. "That's clever. I see what you were doing. The... drug, whatever it was, was leaving you with a compulsion, but it wasn't robbing you of your intelligence, so you were finding ways to sate the compulsion without causing yourself any harm."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine said. "So when we went to the market, we realized that the meat there would not do. We had to travel to a specialty butcher, because our Mistress deserves only the best. That took some time, but I think you will admit the results will be worth it."

Kevin continued, "And once that was purchased, we brought it back here and began to clean."

Alice looked around the rest of the house. Sure enough, everything was dusted, and there was that slight aroma in the air from a recent vacuuming. "You two have done excellent work. It needed the clean."

"Thank you, Mistress," the jackals said together with a sigh of elation.

"So that explains the fridge, and the house, and why you were here, but why were you wearing nothing but that bit of silk when I arrived?"

Alice expected the jackals to show signs of shame, but they did not. "That was my idea, Mistress," Kevin said. "We shopped and cleaned but that only took us until about 3 o'clock. You would not be home for a while and we still did not want to call you and interrupt your work. The compulsion was growing again, until I remembered a hentai I had watched and quite enjoyed, which featured a Master and his harem of sex slaves. So we spent the remaining time until you arrived purchasing condoms and these silk stockings like those worn by the slaves in the hentai, came here, dressed and cleaned ourselves, in case you wanted to use us in that way."

The ringtail spent the last spoken sentence slowly curling in tighter and tighter upon herself. Her legs were pulled up to her chin and her tail was wrapped tightly around them. Her ears laid flat against her skull. "Sex slaves? But I, but, but... I couldn't use you like that."

"Why not, Mistress?" Jasmine asked. "You did tell me more than once that you found my husband very attractive."

That only made Alice feel worse. "But this is different."

The jackal looked genuinely curious. "How so, Mistress?"

"Because you're on this drug, or compound, or whatever it is. It would be like taking advantage of you while you're drunk."

The two jackals nodded their heads, accepting this without complaint. "I hope we did not bother you too much with our appearance then, Mistress."

"Uh, no. You both did look quite nice..." Slowly the stress started to fade, and as it did, she tried not to think about how nice Kevin in particular really did look naked. But she'd worry about those confusing feelings later. "Anyway, how long is this stuff supposed to last?"

"We calculated that the effects should begin to taper off around midnight," Jasmine said, "and be gone by tomorrow morning, by eight in the morning at the latest."

"Okay," Alice said, and then she repeated, "Okay. So from now until then you need me to just keep controlling you so your compulsion stays away?"

They nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"I can do that," the ringtail said, more to herself than to the two jackals on her couch. She lifted her head and took a deep breath, then directed a command to them, "Kevin, Jasmine, go start dinner."

The two jackals bowed and obeyed. First, they both peeled off the silk from their arms, folding the delicate fabric and laying it on a corner of the kitchen counter. Then Kevin pulled out three steaks from the fridge and began working a rub into them before cooking them. Jasmine was in charge of the side dish, which included a salad with fresh-made vinaigrette dressing and roasted potatoes with rosemary. They set the table, poured the drinks, folded the napkins, and finally presented the meal. At first, Alice was surprised that they only served her, but she then ordered them to serve themselves and eat with her, and the three had dinner together. There was a lack of the usual neighborly small talk until Alice commanded them again to chat (which she found easier and easier to do each time).

Afterwards, Alice sat back with the remainder of her beer as the two subservient jackals cleaned up. Their tails wagged in slow time behind them. Then, when all the dishes were cleaned, the two took up their seats again, bodies turned to face the ringtail expectantly. Alice slugged back the last of her drink quickly. "That was lovely," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"But..."

They leaned forward, ears perked to her.

The ringtail made a meaningless gesture with her hand, waving it unsure through the air. "Well, it just feels like I'm taking advantage of you. This lovely dinner and everything."

Jasmine shook her head, smiling benignly. "Please don't feel that way, Mistress. We want nothing more than to serve you."

"Yes, but..." Alice bobbed her head slowly from side to side, her tail following the rhythm. "Would you say the same thing in the morning when the drug has worn off?"

"Yes, Mistress, of course," Jasmine said.

Alice blinked at the quickness of the response. "Wait, you mean, you can tell me how you will feel after the drugs have worn off?"

"Yes, Mistress," she repeated again. "The compound has given us a powerful compulsion, but we are ultimately the same person underneath."

Alice sat up suddenly straight and set her bottle down with a thunk on the coffee table. Her tail had gone limp behind her. "Then tell me! How are you going to feel about all of this tomorrow?"

The two jackals bowed their head as they thought. Kevin was the first to respond. "A moment of embarrassment, Mistress. Then relieved that we still have our jobs. Then frustrated that we cannot use our experience as experimental data, because the compound is not supposed to be tested yet."

"So making me dinner like you were my..." she choked back the word slave and instead said, "servants?"

"We've made each other dinner before, Mistress. And this time, you were helping us by keeping the effects of the compound under control."

"So you don't mind? I mean, you won't mind tomorrow?"

"Not at all, Mistress," Jasmine said soothingly. She reached out and caressed the back of the ringtail's hand.

"That's a relief," Alice said with a soft laugh. "You won't even mind the bit about kneeling naked before me."

"No, Mistress." Kevin spoke this time. "We might be slightly disappointed it didn't lead to more."

Alice's eyes went wide and she spluttered. She couldn't get the words out. But Jasmine's hand hadn't left hers and kept stroking along it. "It's alright, Mistress. When you told me how attractive you found Kevin, I told him. And he was quite taken with the idea, as was I. But we didn't have the courage to approach you about it before."

Alice looked from one smiling jackal face to another, settling eventually on Kevin. Her pulse thudded in her ears. "So, you want me?"

He nodded. "Very much, Mistress."

"I mean, you'd want me, even if you weren't on the drug?"

He nodded still. "Yes, Mistress."

Alice turned to Jasmine. "And you would be okay with this?"

"I want to watch, Mistress," she said.

Alice felt the heat rising, but for once it wasn't rising just in her cheeks, but within her as well. She looked at Kevin and couldn't stop the thoughts within her. What would he look like? (Well, she knew that answer already.) But what would he feel like? Would he be gentle or hard? What would it feel like to have Jasmine watch?

She swallowed deeply and steeled her courage. "Kevin?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Stand and undress."

Her stomach clenched and her heart thudded as the jackal stood and began stripping down right in front of her. His motions were slow but deliberate. Off came the shirt, revealing that wonderful stripe of black down his sides. Then came the pants and underwear, with Alice's eyes focused right between his legs, on the sheath and balls that hung there. Kevin folded his clothes and then stood before her, hands behind his back, legs slightly spread so she could get the full view.

Alice glanced back to Jasmine. The female jackal had leaned in closer and was watching Alice with some intensity.

The ringtail's hand shook for a moment and then she reached out and touched the exposed sheath before her. She heard a soft intake of breath as her claws met the fur. And as her fingers trailed down along it, the intake of breath quickened to a sharp catch and there was a pressure against her touch. The jackal's shaft began to stiffen in its sheath. Alice rubbed back and forth, watching almost hypnotically as the tip of the shaft emerged and slowly pushed out into the air, a single bead of fluid forming at the tip.

Alice wasn't a prude. She'd had boyfriends before. But the surreality of the situation left her feeling nervous. She sat there for she didn't know how long, massaging the sheath, staring at his cock, and listening to him moan.

It was Jasmine who broke her from her trance-like state. "Mistress?"

"Yes?" Alice turned to look at her, and saw the jackal fidgeting somewhat nervously.

"Could you give me something to do, Mistress? The compulsion is growing."

"Oh, right, sorry." She glanced around and thought. "Kevin, go sit on the couch. Jasmine, take the chair."

The two jackals obeyed without question. Kevin, now only in the silk stockings, sat on the couch and spread his legs to expose his hard and slightly leaky shaft.

"Now, Jasmine, watch us. And also, tell me the sort of things that Kevin likes."

Alice slipped onto the couch next to Kevin, caressing and playing with his exposed body with guidance from his wife. Her touches started at his neck, traced down along his chest, teased claws over the bits of pudge around his middle, met down at his shaft for a few strokes before moving back up and starting all over again. While she played with him, she also gave small commands, like for him to sit up straighter or spread his legs wider, things that she hoped would keep his own compulsion sated. Once the anticipation had made his shaft start to drip with regularity, Alice swapped to caress it more directly. She cradled his sac in one hand and with the other held his shaft, sweeping the pad of her thumb back and forth under the rim of his cockhead. His jaw clenched and his chest tightened as he let out a powerful moan.

Alice, now much more at ease with her role, glanced to Jasmine. "Are you enjoying?"

"Very much so, Mistress."

So the ringtail gave Kevin's shaft a squeeze. "And what about you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You've been very good and helping your wife's desire come true. Do you have any desires about what she should be doing?"

"Yes, Mistress," the male said with a deep sigh. "I want to see her pleasure you."

Alice swallowed. She'd been curious about women but never experimented. "Uh, Jasmine, are you straight?"

"Yes, Mistress," the jackal said, but with a slight wag of her tail, continued after a brief pause, "but I am interested in a scientist about what it would be like."

Alice frowned. It still felt wrong. "Would you be all right with it even without the drug affecting you?"

The jackal nodded. "Yes, Mistress, provided there is no expectation, from you or my husband, that it would continue."

The ringtail felt butterflies in her stomach. Her hand, still on Kevin's shaft, gave another squeeze and smeared the latest drop of precum down his length. "Jasmine, stand and undress and then fetch me a towel."

The female jackal did as commanded, working with the same quiet steadiness that her husband had. Once down to her stockings, she stepped away to the bathroom and came back with a towel. She knelt before her Mistress and held the towel up.

Alice cleaned her hands off and stood. "Oh, Kevin." She turned to him and made sure he had some orders to obey. "Pleasure yourself as you watch. But only lightly. I don't want you to cum just yet."

The jackal muttered a soft "Yes, Mistress" as he began to caress his length with the faintest of touches.

"Now, Jasmine, undress me, but," she interrupted before the jackal could move with the same slow efficiency as before, "spend some time with it. Don't just get straight to the end. Explore."

The jackal rose to her feet and Alice's breath caught in her throat as she came forward, naked breasts moving to touch the fabric of her blouse. The ringtail was excited, but this was all new territory for her. The jackal's hands touched the ringtail's slim, bony waist, slipping under the fabric of her shirt and teasing the creamy fur underneath. Alice involuntarily recoiled and shuddered lightly.

"Did I do something wrong, Mistress?"

"No! No." Alice shook her head quickly. "I'm just... a bit nervous. I haven't before, with a woman."

"What can I do to relax you?"

Alice fought down the urge to be demure. She was in charge right now. "Kiss me."

The jackal leaned in and her lips met the ringtail's chin, soft and delicate.

"No. Harder, fiercer, needier."

The jackal let out a soft moan of desire and her head angled back. Their lips met and their muzzles tilted, allowing them to push deeper and the jackal's tongue to press its way into Alice's mouth. She played back with it and gave another shiver as the jackal's claws raked up her back, an arm clutching around her waist almost possessively. She felt a hand slide up between their pressed together bodies and pop the buttons of the blouse apart with no care whether they were torn from their stitches in the process. Alice gasped, eyes wide, and the moment of surprise let Jasmine's muzzle press in greedily. Another two buttons and then the blouse was torn down her arms so the jackal could embrace her, fur to fur.

Alice was almost ready to push the jackal off, but Jasmine wasn't done yet. The two arms encircling Alice's lithe form split directions. One slipped up to the back of her bra, while the other went down under the loop of her belt, over the sensitive spot at the base of her tail, to clutch at the tight muscles of her ass. The bra was undone and wrestled free--by now, Alice was helping along eagerly, pushing back into the kiss, clutching at the thick fur of the jackal's shoulders--and once it was off, Jasmine focused all her attention on the pert breasts in front of her. They were caressed, touched, palmed, squeezed, rolled, kneaded with delicate sensitivity.

Alice finally had to break the kiss to take a deep, gasping breath. As she did, she noticed Kevin, staring at them both with wide eyes and wider smile, frustratedly teasing his dripping pole.

"Stop," Alice brought herself to say. "Stand up."

The jackal did so with such immediateness that it was almost jarring after the passionate moment.

The ringtail looked her up and down. Jasmine was panting, her tongue lolling slightly. "How was that? Are you okay?"

"Yes, Mistress," the jackal replied dreamily. "I am intrigued. I liked how I was able to make you respond, although it did not excite me."

Alice noticed with a touch of disappointment that Jasmine didn't show any signs of arousal, at least nothing that hadn't been already there from watching Alice had played with her husband. But Alice's arousal had only exploded. She glanced back at Kevin's shaft with hunger in her eyes. She barely noticed how she was licking her lips or how her fingers were fumbling with her belt. "Jasmine, you said you would be okay if I fucked him?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then would you prepare him?"

The female jackal slipped out to the bathroom, coming back with a small pharmacy bag from which she extracted a packet of condoms and bottle of lube. She held the former up. "Do you want one?"

Alice paused, a moment's unsureness passing over her lips.

"We're tested and clean, Mistress."

That cinched it. She shook her head vigorously. There was a slight smile from both jackals at this, and Jasmine spent a moment cracking open the bottle of lube and applying a generous coating to her husband's shaft. Then she dried her hand on the towel and both of them looked up expectantly at her.

Alice, realizing they were waiting on her, finished fumbling with her clothes and stood naked in the living room. She pointed to the floor. "Jasmine, kneel there." Then she gesture to her husband. "Kevin, legs spread." As the two jackals obeyed mutely, the ringtail moved to straddle Kevin's hips, her body facing the jackal now kneeling on the floor. She could feel the heat radiating off the shaft between her legs and a feeling like electricity ran through her as she felt it touch her nethers.

The urge rose in Alice to take control again. "Jasmine, pleasure yourself. Kevin, put on a show for her, do the sorts of things to me you know she would like, but--and this is very important--you aren't allowed to enter me yet."

Thick arms moved to encircle her body. She felt herself pushed down and the touch of Kevin's shaft became a pressure against her as he began to grind back and forth against her labia. Panting breaths ruffled the thin fur of her shoulders and Kevin's voice rumbled with need behind her. "Please, Mistress," he said in barely more than a whisper, "let me ravish you. Let me fill you and pleasure you in all the ways you deserve pleasure. Take advantage of your lowly slave and let him bring you to ecstasy."

While his tone was mewling and submissive, his touch was more assertive. He gripped her breast with a firmness that Jasmine hadn't, and played with her clit, coaxing it to expose itself and then thrumming it with a claw. She felt a throb in his shaft. "Please, let me serve you," he begged.

She groaned and writhed. She reached down to tease the tapered head of his shaft. "You keep telling me how desperate you are to serve me," she said, "but you sound like you're just desperate for a fuck."

"I am, Mistress. I want you so bad."

She was tempted for a moment to deny him, but the simple truth was that she wanted him too. She pushed herself up slightly from the couch, put a hand on his shaft to guide him, and slowly slipped down until the head of his shaft entered her. Beneath them, Jasmine's mouth hung open as she needily fingered herself. "Now, slave," she said, addressing Kevin, "show me that ecstasy you claim you can bring me."

The jackal put his hands on her waist and in one smooth motion, pushed his shaft in to the knot. Alice let out a gasp, not having realized how long he was and how deep he would reach. He lifted her up and then proceeded to do most of the work himself, his hips flexing as he thrust in and pulled out, thrust in and pulled out. Alice let out a brief yelp as the panting breaths at her shoulder turned into a firm bite, teeth grazing her skin, but she didn't tell him to stop. She couldn't. It was just as good as he had promised her it would be.

His thrusts became more vigorous. His hips slapped up against hers each time he hilted deep within, and she couldn't resist the urge to clench down tight on that length each time. He kept pushing harder, deeper, even though his knot would not likely fit. And so each time he pressed in, he lifted her a bit off the couch. And each time he fell out, she gave a whimper as that shaft left her.

"Just put it in," she hissed, and when he immediately complied, she then said, "and hold it there."

He obeyed, his hips quivering a little from the desire to grind, while the ringtail let out the loudest moan she had ever heard herself give, filled to the brim with jackal cock. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes focused on Jasmine kneeling before her. "Slave," she said sharply, "mouth on my breast, hand on my sex. Make me climax."

The female shuffled forward before her. She leaned in and put her lips to the ringtail's left nipple, drew it through her sharp teeth with a touch of suction, and then nurtured it with light caresses of her tongue. Her hand roved between the thick shaft piercing into the ringtail and the ringtail's own clit and labia. Her fingers explored here and there until they found the sweet spot: quick rubs to the clit while slowly drawing a breath of air in around the nipple.

Alice came so hard she screamed.

The ringtail fell from the peak of ecstasy and had to be propped up by the two jackals. Her thighs quivered and shivered uncontrollably. Gently ministrating to her, the jackals supported her weight as they lifted her and drew his shaft out. Then they laid her down along the couch and caressed her body supportively.

When Alice could finally find enough air to breathe and relax, she looked to the two jackals. "How was that?"

"Wonderful, Mistress," said one and, "Lovely, Mistress," said the other. And then they asked if they could pleasure themselves.

The mischievousness desire to control was still there. "Slaves, kneel and pleasure one another hard until you both climax."

Alice pulled a pillow under her head to support it as she laid there and watched the two jackals kneeling, hands on the other's sex. Kevin's fingers thrust into Jasmine's sex with quick piston-like movements, while Jasmine just held her husband's shaft and grinded her thumb over the tip of his shaft. Kevin was the first to cum. He bucked in her grip and moaned out as he spurted once, twice, and then three times out onto the carpet. Jasmine took another minute before she two came with a long, growing moan that peaked as she did.

Alice shivered. "Good slaves. Go clean up and clean me up too."

Alice hadn't realized what that would mean. The jackals took a quick minute-long shower each to rinse out their fur, then drew a warm bath. Kevin lifted her from the couch and lowered her into the warm water so that Jasmine could clean the living room. Alice almost fell asleep as the jackal's firm touch massaged deep into her fur. Then he pulled her out and the two took turns drying out her fur and their own.

"I think," Alice said and then paused, listing a little to one side in the embrace of the two jackals, "that I really need to sleep."

"We will prepare your bed, Mistress."

Jasmine had the sheets turned down when Kevin carried her into the room and placed her into bed. But as she was tucked in and started to drift off, a thought blossomed in her mind, adrenaline rushed into her system, and she sat bolt upright. "Wait!"

The two jackals smiles flickered for an instant, but they waited as they were told.

"You two, when I sleep, I won't be giving you any orders. The compulsion..."

The jackals nodded. "You could leave us with some instructions, Mistress. It is late. Hopefully the effects will wear off soon."

Alice considered. "Would it be enough to command you to join me and sleep here?"

They nodded and their smiles widened. "Yes, Mistress."

"Then do so," the ringtail said.

The two jackals slipped under the sheets and their warm bodies pressed in on either side of the ringtail.

Alice's mind started to slip away from the exhaustion, but she thought she heard them talking with one another a little before consciousness faded. Something about needing to run more experiments with the compound soon.