Conan didn't stop her. (Couldn't touch, couldn't touch.) The glasses were off and he didn't bother to hide his face anymore than he did before. He refused to meet her eyes.

And then she said his name, his fingers clutching at the table, knuckles turning white. "Experimental poison. Miracle chance at it shrinking the person versus killing them." His voice is cold, clinical. It has to be or he'd lose it.