Weird stuff goes on, you never know. [ Jim's first guinea pig (besides himself, of course, a solid patient zero considering all his allergies) for this medical ooze was the mysterious Alan Foster, slinking uninvited into his apartment in the dead of night, nearly bleeding out like a dope. ]

That's good. [ Negotiating. Jim thought he was, but-- money? Above his head, honestly. He's got enough to spare purely because he barely spends any. Ridiculous, this whole setup where people have to pay for shelter and food. There's a reason those kinds of abuses died out on Earth. ]

Well. [ He gives her a lopsided smile, and shrugs. ] That's it from me, I guess. Do you need any help while I'm here? I dunno when I'll be back down here, I've committed to being up on Thesa most of time.