[ Futaba makes a quiet, concerned noise. Not BAD bad, she thinks? But... obviously far from ideal. And her limits are being really tested here... ]

I’ll keep trying but... dunno how much more I can do. I’m not even sure what all is wrong. I’ve studied psychology, not... overall human physiology.

[ With a sigh, she takes the bottle and- immediately splutters, thrusting it as far away from her as she can without dropping it.. ]

What is this stuff?!