"Mmm..."

She considers it at first, and then tips her head back to look at him.

"Haven't finished the one I got."

And she really shouldn't. Her fingers trace along the bit of plastic still stuck in her arm from the IV, and she thinks about how much she doesn't want to end up back in the infirmary come morning. Or sooner.

"Should be all right, now. 'Less I'm botherin' you."