Luck can also easily swing in the other direction.

[ Just look at her father. A man trained in medicine, not only that of home but of the West. He could be running a good practice instead of living out of a shack near the pleasure district. But because of some events that's where he's ended up. ]

A prison with... a similar nature... [ Her nose wrinkles a little as she releases his hand, her curiosity sated for now. She'd love to know how it works, but its not as if she can just take it apart. ]

So. Medicines and poisons, what do you want to know?