[He rattles around in there looking, on autopilot before he sees the note. Grumble.] I haven't even had any yet today. [He gives up pretty easily though, taps out a couple pills, and goes through the mini fridge to make a smoothie instead. The dulcet tones of Freddy Mercury wail pleasantly in the ensuing buzz. He leaves a mess, both notes, and the cane, limping out into an elevator to the sealed lab.]