"Keep them in your pocket or something." Another shift, until she's comfortable. She's more then used to muppet slumps.

"They're prescription pain killers yes," Sue answers because she actually knows. Someone has to, and in a way Sue's letter three years ago had been it's own relief. Someone sensible to keep an eye on the elder Pot. "He has migraines, and the dents Murdoc gave him don't help."