"No," she answers, simply. "We don't know what sorts of things you can do with your pills, or whatever." She turns back to the hologram and changes the channel again. This time, it's faster, almost like she's irritated, impatient. She stops on a program that's clearly a movie at its climax, judging from the sheer number of vehicle explosions, blasting down an entire airway, like a domino effect. All that comes from the surround speaker system are 'boom's, the deep, heavy baseline making the walls almost shake. "Whatever you need, we'll provide for you. You don't need anything from your ratty vest."