It's a cruel trick Em plays because now that the Wash is out and ready there isn't anything the little red head will do for a fix. She'll do anything.
Her whole body is trembling. Her hands are just as empty as they were when she walked in. "I don't have anything..." she says softly, feeling as if it's all about to crash around her. "Please Emilie, tell me..."
Clover hasn't injected the drug in months. She's been trying so hard not to imbibe in her habit but she's snorted a few times, trading special "favors" when the people that have the drug are of the constitution to get physical. It doesn't happen often, that she gets taken advantage of when she's sober enough to want it.
Sometimes she gets lucky. Sometimes she's taken for a fool. It's just the same old life lessons down here.