Tim:  "I wasn't dodging the question!" He blushes.  "Wait... what was it again?"  /o.o\  "Oh!  No, wait, yeah... I think we were talking about... how they could reconstitute absorbed opponents... techniques... I dunno, like this!" He shuts his eyes and suddenly gets in a meditative pose, crossing his legs in a lotus position and going silent there on the bed.  Sam looks back to you.<br/><br/>"All right.  So I already told you I was a janitor for this bunch.  Cytco is what they're really called.  Cytco.  They're a Ratio biotech company dedicated to copying a lot of the more extraordinary effects of Velle magic via technology.  The problem with this is that in terms of biology and higher matter, this is very difficult at the time.  They're also under investigation, well, they HAVE been in the past, for attempting to mix magic and technology, which as we all know, often results in a lot of trouble, even when you're incredibly precise or very careful.  It's theoretical, in fact, that you guys could have a little bit of magic in those genetically modified cells of yours, I'm not sure.  Savvy so far?" He asks.  Tim just sits, suddenly at zenlike peace.  "But it's unlikely, and even if you did, if you were injured severely on this side of the wall and the magic kicked in, who knows what could happen.  Still, we're harder to find here, so that's why we came.  Just don't get shot or anything.  Whatever they put in you, the biotech is useless, but if it's kicked in by some Velle-relevant effect on this side of the wall, for all we know it could be like sulfuric acid and spirits."  He pauses, before realizing how terrifying this might sound.  "Though... Cytco does have some of the most brilliant minds employed... men who know about both sides of the wall incredibly well.  Professors of magic and biology alike.  It's entirely possible if you get scratched up on this side of the wall that you could regenerate like you normally do without a hitch."<br/><br/>@ Jori:  "We're hired - we've been hired, to loot this place for research materials, prototypes, we're just a loosely associated merc circle.  There's also some of the people who hired us here, some of their guys.  They're moving to the top floors and sub-sub-sub basements.  There's also a lot of guys in the stairwells... I don't know all the specifics!  And this is only my second job... please let me go!" He pants, thin on air.<br/><br/>"Top floor, huh?" Carlos leads you back to the elevator.  "It's out of order.  Suppressed."  He stares into the darkness that's normally illuminated by the pale barrier that lifts and lowers.  "Better do SOMETHING with him.  You're not gonna make it up here that easy with all..." *He pokes your side.*