All of Rachel's values of professionalism and appropriate behavior went out the window the instant the word poison reached her ears. She threw the cup away from her hand like it was on fire, the metal clanging hard against the top of the conference table, splashing the liquid across it's surface before the cup itself rolled across the wood, reached the edge and then fell to the floor. On instinct, one of Rachel's hands reached for her throat, as if she could reach into it to stop the liquid from descending her esophagus. As logic set in, she contemplated spitting, but the liquid was already gone from her mouth.
Her next thought was to forcibly evacuate her upper GI tract. Mary Dross had decided to openly offer her a drink full of poison five minutes into their first in-person meeting, so her assertion that such poison was 'safe' and 'just like alcohol' rang false in Rachel's mind. With such behavior, Dross had annihilated any trust that Rachel might have had that she made the right decision, and doubt filled her mind. Mary's last words were lost to her as, instead of following Mary, she shoved her left arm hard into Mary's shoulder, pushing her out of the doorway and moving past her. Despite the fact that the Abomination didn't have the convenient signage of Mykloaiv, Rachel found a restroom.
Once isolated inside a stall, Rachel swept her hair back behind her head with one hand. The fore and middle fingers of the other joined together, she braced herself, and then inserted them into her throat. She may not have been a medical doctor, but she had worked with dangerous toxins enough to know that, no matter the quantity, leaving them inside the body was a risk. As she expelled the contents of her gut into the toilet, her mind raced. "What the hell am I doing here? Clearly this was the wrong decision," she thought. She finished purging herself of the poison, made sure she'd gotten nothing on her clothes or body, and walked to the sink.
As she washed her hands and face, staring into her reflection in the mirror, Rachel's confusion and concern turned to anger. She was infuriated. Yes, she may have stepped into the idea of the Coalition a bit quickly, without all the facts, but she did it with the best of intentions. She came to help these people, and they were clearly willing to risk her death. "Maybe they aren't any better than Planetform. At least Planetform didn't have guns pointed at me and poison...," she thought. Refreshed from the water splashed in her face, Rachel kept thinking. And kept thinking. She stood there for nearly five minutes, just looking into her own green eyes in the mirror, letting her thoughts wash over her.
Eventually, Rachel made a decision. "I will not let you treat me like some rat in a lab, Mary Dross," she said, out loud this time. With her jaw set and her anger written across her face, she stormed out of the bathroom, heading back toward the conference room. Senior Lieutenant Dross was about to get a piece of her mind.