Ketamine. It's on the desk with the syringe, [ he says as he begins stripping the bed. ] Oh, and the syringe is capped.

[ He steps over Smith as he carries an armload of bedding to the bathroom. Lining the tub is easy enough, and he takes the pillows from Arthur and plops those in there too. It doesn't look comfortable. Smith is definitely going to wake up with a hell of a crick in his neck but maybe by then it won't matter anymore.

Anyway, moving on from that ominous tidbit, Steve straights and puts his hands on his hips, surveying his work. ]

I think that's as good as it's gonna get, [ he says, then turns to exit the bathroom. ] Ready?