Uh-uh. [She keeps one bottle where Parker can grab it, but reaches to hold the other up above her head.] One for you, one for me.

[Denise, meanwhile, has thrown on one of her big hockey jerseys and a particularly worn-out pair of scrub pants. Forget shoes or socks, there's no way any of hers will fit now.]

Drew Suffin. Med student, older than me, pretty screwed up. We're kinda doing a...dating...thing. Kinda.

[Her voice sounds just as defensive as she feels.]