Don't mind if I do, [ he teases, amusement laced in his words. this wasn't really an idea worth contesting anyway, in eliot's book. ]

I'll be okay. Maybe not fast, but okay, at the least. [ until he runs out of oxycodon, but that's another discussion, and he doesn't feeling like having it right now.

as he scans over emptied shelves, he manages to find an empty bottle of isopropyl alcohol. that's it though. just that. ]

Damn. I'm sure this would have been delicious. [ he holds it up for robbie to see before leaving it sitting on the top-most part of the rack and walking back toward his new companion. ]

I don't suppose you'd happen to have a compass tucked away somewhere in your pockets, would you? Or a map.