The little red head does what she's told. She sits and she waits. The tin is procured and she stares at it with a loving and longing that should be reserved for a lover or a child. It's all she really cares about lately. It's so easy that way.
"Thank you...thank you." Her voice is a pathetic song. Her hands start trembling, her eye twitches because the adrenaline is counter acting whatever prax she has left in her system. She wants to shut it down, to fall like Alice, to drift forever.
While Em takes out what they need, Clover is biting her nails, biting until she nips at the beds and red oozes out. She wants to say hurry but she's too concerned that a wrong move here will change Em's mind. She's volatile this one. She has to tread lightly.
"Are the dog men mean to you?" she asks, knowing that Em gets her drugs straight from the source.