[She raises an eyebrow at that suggestion, even as she carefully files that little tidbit away for future consideration.] ...I think I'll wait until we can engineer some scissors.

[That shouldn't be hard, right?]

[Pidge then groans in frustration, wiping a hand down her face as if that might magically help them out.] That's not the same. And we don't even know if these painkillers are made out of the same stuff we're used to. We could be exacerbating the problem!