"'kay," he says. There is a gross taste in his mouth. But that's easily solved. He grabs the aspirin and downs them along with the glass of water. He's pretty sure that the glass along the side is actually a viewing window and since it's super obvious, he doesn't know why they bother pretending otherwise.

He pushes himself to his feet then, stretching out the stiffness from his limbs.

"Maine always goes for the good stuff. I swear he has a sixth sense for it."