Izzie was pretty sure that between them, she and Meredith had at least the contents of a small ambulance in their purses. She wasn't sure what to expect, but after a month or so in the city, ANYTHING seemed like the best plan of action. Her dress didn't have pockets, and neither did Meredith's.
So they'd taken turns shoving things into their purses. They had a suture kit, band-aids, bandages, two epi pens and every type of pill they'd had at hand. Izzie hadn't been sure what they might need burn cream for, but after watching Anna's Charmander dancing around to Walk the Moon, she was glad they'd shoved it into Claire's purse anyway.
Izzie jumped slightly as something on the table moved and she jerked her head around to frown at little yellow creature -- Claire would get upset here and say "ABRA" -- who was sneaking her whiskey sour away from her elbow.
"Abra," Izzie said, raising an eyebrow. "I will give you a sleeping pill if I have to. DROP THE BOOZE."
She honestly didn't know if it was her tone of voice or the fact that Cas looked up when she said his name, but Abra made a rude gesture at her and teleported over to Anna's arms.