He returns shortly, after staring bemusedly at the clothes that aren't scrubs by any stretch of the imagination. He's managed to scavenge a loose pair of jeans, and a soft flannel shirt that fits his desire for easy and comfortable and easy in clothing. He's moving a little more smoothly now, thanks to the medication kicking in.

"Mmmm?" He eyes the liquor cabinet. "I did tell you I have a list."