[the irritating thing is he can't fault palamedes for this, even if he snatches the vial, shoulders tensing. it looks... hm, unfortunate. like he's some wayward and addicted soul sleeping off a bender.

which he is not, thank you dr beanpole. he tucks the bottle away too (waste not want not) and attempts for civil instead of glowering. it is a moderate success.]

Reward- it was a medical necessity that I will not clog our already bloated system with the paperwork of just to be prodded at by your little- by our colleagues.

[an exhale from his nose. ok. trying again.] Fine, if this is a matter of payment then what do you wish to trade to make up the deficit? I understand there is no currency in this wretched place.