She slipped one hand from his grip, the one she needed to get to the drawer, although she made it seem like she was recoiling. She let out a small gasp and set herself to trembling, because that seemed like it would be appropriate.

"What? Ah- Oh, Lord, Ah hardly know," she said, endeavoring to put on the accent now that he was more lucid.

"Ah'm sorry-"

Now she just needed the idiot to make any attempt to comfort her, and she'd snag that damn hypo and be out the door.