[Hange responds from the kitchen, taking it upon themselves to be the one who makes the tea and grabs the snacks today. It has to feel strange, having something foreign growing out of your body and nobody knows how to fix it, so hopefully these small comforts will improve the situation for him just a little....]

Those? Yeah-- they're in the spare room.

[Since Hange lives alone, the second bedroom has become a messy research lab or sorts, stuffed full of whatever items piqued their fancy.]

I filled some vials when we were there. I used one, and another broke on the way home, so I'd say I have... four left?