Could they throw this one back, Hetty wondered. Of course, the training regimen Mr. Hanna provided might do wonders for this man. If he could be coerced into following it before he expired from over indulgence in every vice known to the human race.
"Yes, that would sum it up nicely. And, yet, you are not high," unless the sedatives had reacted with whatever else the man had in his system, which was clearly a distinct possibility, "and I am not a hallucination." It might have been nice to have acceptance come so easily, only she knew that wasn't what this was. "A bed will be provided for you of course, however, I'm afraid you will have to wait until our escort returns before anyone can help you anywhere as I do not relish the idea of being squashed when you topple over in a stupor."
Luckily, or unluckily, for the both of them, the soldier chose that moment to return, setting ashtray, water, and two aspirin in front of Kinney before returning to his post outside the door. "You'll want to take that before we continue this conversation."