Sheeana is on a similar errand, having filtered as much Spice she can out of her food and the sand her worm came in. Frankly, she needs this. Her eyes, totally blue in both pupil and sclera, attest to the addiction.

It would be wisest to take it somewhere private, hidden away in the bowels of the ship where she can shudder her way through a deep spice trance. There's something about the stars though...The rushing void, twinkling voices of light calling her to the alam al mithal, the place of spirits. She was a Bene Gesserit and didn't really believe anything mystical was happening. But she was also Fremen, and so she believed despite her nonbelief.

She measured a careful amount into her palm from her little hand satchel. Before she could quaff it, however, she noticed she was not alone in the room...