And it strikes you just then that she is void of that particular pique you're feeling... in a lights-are-on but no-one's-home kind of way. It starts to make twisted sense as she digs around in the folds of the coat and pulls out a small leather case - same case you saw her with last week. "Fix with me?" Unbuttoning, you can see it holds just the right things, just the right size - spoon, needle, the smell of antiseptic assaults and tucked into the other side are things both wet and dry.