Lip doesn't know why the hell he even has a screwdriver, but he's glad when he pulls one of of the drawer. If only because the fucking beeping coming from Fiona's ankle monitor's about to drive him crazy, and it's only a matter of time before one of his asshole neighbors decides to call the cops or something.

"How long?" Lip asks, and he pulls over a chair, gesturing for Fiona to prop up her leg. He's hoping this thing comes off easy.