[She looks at him, obviously annoyed at his lack of forethought. Did he really not know how seraphic artes worked?]

I hate to break it to you, Meebo, but poison is your area of expertise. Mine is slow.

[She twirls her parasol anyway, thinking about the situation.]

I mean, I can heal them. It's not like I'm incapable of casting my own seraphic artes, but they won't do much but heal their health. If we had a few dozen orange gels, you could just mass heal them yourself.