Not enough if you're getting caught in a lie. [Adele presses the two painkillers into his hand without further comment, going back to sipping her cider. She won't kill him. She said she wouldn't, so she won't. But it doesn't stop her from fuming. And glaring. But really, what else could she expect? Thief. Master thief. Living in one place must be hard enough for him, let alone sitting still if he's hurt. At the end of it she sighs and shakes her head.]

You. I. [She reaches over as if to slap him upside the head, hesitates, and just rubs his back instead.] You're an idiot Lupin. Between you, Gambit, and Ben, I'm going to end up dead.