Phoebe's eyes narrowed on him again. This man really was an idiot. She'd have to get whatever pills it was he was speaking of then see to it he was kicked out. Bodily.
"The pill, you idiot," she said, hand still out, "What type of pill is it? The pill that you're going to put in my hand so I can take the damned thing." If she wasn't going to have to spell everything out to him down to the very letter she may very well kill him where he sat.
"The pill, you idiot," she said, hand still out, "What type of pill is it? The pill that you're going to put in my hand so I can take the damned thing." If she wasn't going to have to spell everything out to him down to the very letter she may very well kill him where he sat.