"Highly," is the quick answer. Which does prompt the concern that if she's not careful enough, Chloe herself might go up in flames. And her creator isn't there to save her. If anything happened to her, that could very well be it. It's quite the thought to swallow in the second she spends on contemplating it.

Releasing the tubing from the pinch, she directs the thirium's flow onto the sand. A blue line appears in front of them, as much as it can be seen through the fog. Just to be sure, she slowly swings her arm from side to side to make sure there's a decent amount both in front and to the side of them. Internal systems flash their warnings.

It's okay. There's thirium at the temple.

She clasps the end of the tube again, ready to add more if it's needed. "Enough?"