"Sweetheart, I ain't never been the belle of any balls," Mort said with a laugh, smirking at her. "Not unless someone thought it'd be a hoot to try and do that crazy parade thing in that Hunchback movie Disney did a while back. What was that thing called again? Something about Fool's Day? Or Topsy Turkey? Whatever, I forgot ages ago."
"Not so much as to bother me," he continued, shrugging. Much as he disliked how tied the hospital was to the Capitol, he'd definitely been back and forth enough to be known to what passed for security there. No, the hard part had been getting past the Patrolmen. Those assholes needed one hell of a good kick in the ass in his opinion and he, frankly, wasn't the most subtle when it came to hiding how he felt about people.
Now though, he reached into his bag again. "Got you a little present," he said, pulling out a small box and tossing it her way. Aleve gel caps had always been his go to back before he'd found out he was going to be a dad and had to get responsible about how much he drank. It'd been one hell of a pain in the ass to track down someone that still had any - and cost two of the nicer straight razors he'd managed to scavenge to boot - but if Lita felt even half as bad as she looked, he figured it'd be worth it. Not to mention that he had a feeling whoever was in charge of meds around this place probably wasn't so nice about giving out painkillers to people who tied one on the night before.
Tossing his bottle of water onto the bed with the box, he headed over to the kitchen to try and come up with a couple of mugs to make the hot cocoa with. "This stuff clean or am I playing Cinderella on top of Fairy Godbro?"