Lena chewed on her lip for a moment and then she started searching Thomas' pockets, first on the side facing up. "Lena don't-" Thomas muttered as she rolled him over to search the pockets on the other side. From there, she pulled out a syringe with the needle safely capped.
"Are you shitting me with this," she hissed, almost under her breath. She searched her pockets again, but she didn't find any further evidence of drugs. "Do you have any more, Thomas?"
"I didn't do it!" he insisted a little more loudly.