[ A part of him is incredibly tempted to question how. In fact, his mind is already beginning to race down every possible path and avenue that he can recall outside of the murky memory of hurting himself - only to come up short. There is no explanation to how this ended up in his pocket because there hadn't been time to pick it up.

Karen's life had been at risk.

There's no resistance as she plucks the bottle from his hand to examine it further before realizing that she has one of her own too. Nerves on the back of his neck begin to prickle and his suspicions begin to rise before another voice tries to talk himself down. Karen is safe. They have the medicine. Why does it matter how they got it? ]

Neither of either of us had time to pick these up.

[ But the statement lingers there with no explanation to follow it because frankly...he doesn't have one. And as much as it kills him not to have that answer, he stops himself from going further down a rabbit hole that might very well lead to nowhere. When he looks from the medicine bottle back up to her his gaze holds steady. ]

Maybe that's our sign to leave it alone. We got what we came for, didn't we? And you're safe. That's more important.