It was hard for Clover to look pitying. Pitiful? Yes. Obviously she was practiced at that but pitying was a new and terrible sensation.
The drug would help that. She was already preparing the wash on a dingy surface. No addict is without their own tools. He had his and she had hers. The drug was ground up and cut until she formed four lines for them to snort.
She even had a snorting straw. She's share. He was, after all, kind enough to bring her drugs.
Before she spoke to his plans on helping others "fix" things she did her two lines. After all, there were others around down here and they'd kill them both to steal that toot for the both them.
When it was sniffed she looked at him with black hole eyes. They sucked up her surroundings in a way they hadn't before. The change was instant. "Go..." she urged him and while he took his turn she commented. "We can see if they need something fixed up." but she wasn't hopeful.