"Been taking them all day, babe," Klaus drawls out, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a little baggie with a few pills in it. With his head still on her shoulder, he reaches up and tucks the baggie into the front of her shirt. "Save me from myself."

Later, when he's a little more with it, he might spend a little more time with this new information. It's not as if Harley isn't smart or capable, because Klaus knows that she is, but she and him share a certain kind of vibe that he wouldn't expect of a doctor. Then again, what the fuck does he know about anything?