[ ... oh dear, indeed. Luca might not be all right after all. ]

I think, perhaps, the bottle should be discarded. I don't know that it is fit for human consumption.

[ It doesn't seem to be striking him very quickly, but he can still feel it. That almost anxious feeling in his chest, like his heart is working toward a spectacular jailbreak. The beginnings of a cold sweat. ]

It is a very similar feeling to when I drank coffee for the first time. But... amplified?

[ And not pleasant. ]