As my grandmother has told me time and time again, I could use the fear of God in my heart more often.

[Monts' voice is dry but her smile isn't after getting the man to say, "Please." She pops open the vile and brings it to her nose to take a whiff. It's... Herbaceous. She's not sure what she's trying to sniff out exactly.]

Smells medicinal. Helpful, I know.