"Are you taking them?" She's looking at him like she wants to just.... mother him, and that's sort of what she's going to do, but if he's taking painkillers and this place smells like a brewery... jesus. Maybe - maybe - she could get him to drink some water. "Okay," she says as she just sets down her purse because she's not really planning on leaving really soon.

"So, can I ask what happened? Or do you want to not talk about it?" Because either is valid and she won't make him, but like hell she's leaving. She moves to restack the books scattered on the floor, not realising he'd only just kicked the stack over on his way to the door.