The elderly doctor winces.<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, the problem with dead drops is, there's practically no privacy around here. Anywhere you stash the goods is going to be vulnerable...and I'll get tagged for it sooner or later. Might as well make it sooner." He snorts softly. "But...you have a point, and I can call in a few more favors. So you get to work on getting the stuff and I'll have a drop point for you by the time you're done."<br/><br/>Tip's expression brightens considerably as if she has just figured out how useful she is likely to be if she lingers behind instead of going into harm's way at your side.<br/><br/>"There's usually about a dozen or so hanging around their headquarters. It used to be a precinct office, but got closed a long time ago because of budget cuts." He makes air quotes around those last two words. "If you've been in one cookie cutter hab office, you can probably guess the layout and be damn close to dead on."