As Solo and Kuryakin traipsed through the dense underbrush Illya came to a sudden halt. "I think you have a problem my friend."

"Don't tell me tovarisch, a poisonous snake just slithered up my pant leg."

"Not quite, but poison is the operative word; you are wrapped in a plant not indigenous to this area."

"Don't tell me,"Napoleon was afraud to look.

"Poison Ivy," Illya said.

"I told you not to tell me..."