Becca wrote quickly, struggling, almost, to keep up with the Professor's words. Then when she heard that she had been poisoned, she took her eyes off her paper, lifted her head to face the Professor and stared at him in utter shock and horror. Poinsoned? Then, snapping out of he rprevious state, she scanned the room in search of others who had been poisoned with number two as well. "Anyone else have two also?" she asked, thinking it would be an easier puzzle to solve if more than one brain was involved.