She tries to remember, scraping hair out of her face. "There's a shed not far from the bar. I'm staying there, if you don't want it close to you. Plus, that'll give us bottles for the stuff close at hand." Because Ellen believes in recycling. Sort of.

"It won't have to be looked at too much, a couple times a day. But I should be able to get a batch ready in a couple of weeks. Ready enough to try, anyway." Try by people who weren't going to immediately go blind, anyway.