"I'm not that high yet," is Santana's response. She treats Wichita to a pointed start and an arched brow, even as she pulls the bottle to her lips and knocks back a few swigs. Very briefly, she entertains the possibility that it's an entirely true story — maybe she is that high after all — but even after everything that has happened on Tabula Rasa during her time here, she remains skeptical. It's much easier for someone who hasn't been directly involved, except for that one time she was freak-of-nature levels of smart for a whole weekend.