"That's what I was thinking. Did you see the message someone posted about that today?" Utena asked, opening a cabinet and pulling down random things that looked useful — a couple bottles each of tablets she vaguely recognized the names of (Vicodin, Tylenol, Aspirin, Valium), burn salve, gauze and bandaging materials, and hydrogen peroxide. "I didn't look at it too close, but I think the gist of it was that they're trying to make a new group for that. If we can get a bunch of this stuff to them, that'll make things a lot easier for them getting started, I bet."

This was good. At least they were going to be of some help by being out here tonight, even if it wasn't immediate. Though, as Utena gathered materials (syringes from another cardboard box next), it only brought her thoughts back to the drugs in the Infirmary. She was already getting supplies for people who needed them. How was getting a weapon for someone any less worth doing? She and Soma were lucky to have swords; she knew plenty of other patients who were completely defenseless, and with the dwindling (maybe non-existent?) number of people like Skuld around now...

Her expression fell somewhat at those thoughts, though she continued packing her box. "Hey... Are you still thinking about those drugs too?" she asked. She really didn't know much about Soma's feelings on the whole drug thing yet, now that she thought about it. The other girl hadn't said much back in the Infirmary.