It was probably the nickname that tricked Lapine. "Yeah. I'm able, but." Nobody else is surprised at the nearly zombi-ed woman's lack of responses, but it's probably quite chilling for Hewley. "I normally say that I can't guarantee anything if the patient don't want it enough, but...." Hewley's eyes are still a bit widened and a much browner shade of red than when she first arrived.<br/><br/>The therapist (?) writes down the address of a bar. "That's where I'm at, if you want to see how the gal's doing." A deep breath or five each expand her chest until the tanktop is stretched, probably permanently. "I'll be working the front there for a few hours if tonight if you feel like getting anything to drown memories of tonight in."