"You'd have hated it there, anyway," Chiana assures him with a confident half smile. Sure, the Establishment had the very best drugs, but they used them as a chemical straitjacket, a temporary measure to make people conform (possibly prior to a proper, permanent mind cleanse), and she didn't figure that was Olaf's style. "So, what are human drugs like?" she asks curiously, leaning forward on the counter again.