...it can't be helped.

[If he had more, she'd have traded her remaining stock, but... okay. She sort of feels sorry for him. She fishes out one pill - no more than that - and holds out her hand.]

I'm not doing this to be nice. I'm just doing it because if I'm going to be sleeping in your room, I want to understand how your blackouts work, and this might help do that. Hold out your hand.

[If he does, she'll drop the pill into his palm.]