[ Sorry, Jyn. Hilda is a certified chatterbox. A social butterfly who could probably talk to a wall if she really had to. A grumpy face or a standoff-ish attitude has never stopped her before. In fact, one could argue that it encourages her.

After all she's still standing here, isn't she?

Hearing at least one disastrous side effect of the sparkly swirling liquid only seems to encourage her even if she seems scandalized. ]

What! That's awful. They shouldn't be selling that kind of thing if it's doing that to people. [ Her gaze turns back towards the stall and the crowd of people in front of it. ] We should tell them.