Let's pump the brakes.

"Whoa, Lily, stop acting like us. Just be quiet while we think." Instantly Lily's face slackened and her movements ceased. She sat in the chair looking forward numbly.

Mark spoke next. "Alright, time for a game plan. We need to figure out where these pills are coming from. Grink's no use-" he gestured to the expressionless woman, "-so who else might know?"

"We could check his phone."

He scoffed. "What kind of shitty **** dealer keeps a contact list on their phone?"

They turned to Lily, who just smiled vacantly and shrugged.

"Yeah, let's find his phone."

After a brief search of the house they found it on his nightstand. It was locked with a 4-digit PIN.

Mark sighed. "No chance you know the PIN, Lily?"

She smiled emptily. "Of course not. I know I used to be Grink, but he's completely gone. I can act like him if you want, though."

Jen grimaced. "No, that won't be necessary. Your weird vacant stare is creeping me out though. Act like, I don't know, an old friend who's helping us with this. Like a real person."

Lily's body language shifted. She sat up in her seat and brushed her hair out of her face. "No problem! Of course, I'm not really a full person anymore but I can act a little more natural. I'll make eye contact, track your movements, do normal stuff like that. How's that sound?"

*Perfect." Mark replied. "Now, I believe my ideal partner knows Grink's PIN."

Jen shook her head. "It only works with general knowledge. I can influence you to know the effects of the pills, or how to pilot a plane, or who won the 1984 World Series, but I can't influence you to know what I had for breakfast or what my mother's birthday is. If it was that easy, why not just influence each other to know who Grink's supplier is?"

"Well, shit. Any ideas?"

"A few."