Lo and behold, a slender pink-haired woman with a wheelchair casually slung over one shoulder and one judgemental raised eyebrow at the state of her cabinmates follows after him a few moments later. The wheelchair ends up next to Tony for whatever he wants it for, and she crosses first to Gwen, then to Peter. She's seen worse, but she's at a loss for how they got into this state in the first place.

"You weren't kidding," Poison? Allergies? She figures the magic won't know the difference. Esuna charges as she checks them, pink energy swirling and humming around her right hand until it reaches a strength she feels will be sufficient for the reactions she's seeing. The hum reaches the correct pitch, and she flicks the energy towards first Peter then Gwen.

And then, unable to resist, she glances at Tony sidelong, "Guess it runs in the family."