Her eyebrows tent in confusion. Was that an arrow? Or was she imagining it? Curious to find out, Betty gets up, a glance to Blonsky before moving towards the pharmacy. Maybe it was part of the original memory...or maybe not.

Once inside, Betty finds the room is only half finished, the side facing the street complete while the other was plain with only two chairs and a table.

When Blonsky enters, she backs up warily. "What is this?" Her hand going for the handle on her sidearm to hold it, just in case. If he was planning anything, she'd shoot herself out of this mess right now.