The doctor waits with crossed arms and sour expression as you emerge. He studies you in silence for a moment too long for comfort.<br/><br/>"Since you are eager to help, how about this? You can repay my simple patch job on your mercenary self by helping liberate some badly needed medical supplies."<br/><br/>He delivers this in a tone so dry it practically rustles like dry leaves.<br/><br/>"Our benevolent protectors, a gang known as the Vaccuum Rats for reasons I do not care to learn, have been in a low state of war with both station security...who I know you wish to avoid...and another gang called the Crazy Eights.  Harsh violence is likely, and so they have 'borrowed' not only much of my stock but also stolen more from elsewhere. I can appreciate the desire to keep one's own in care, of course."<br/><br/>Was that sarcasm?<br/><br/>"At the same time, they are only slightly better than no protection at all, and I cannot help my patients if I do not have the supplies to treat them.  You understand?"<br/><br/>Oh yeah. Weapons grade sarcasm.<br/><br/>"So. Liberate some supplies for my clinic, and I'll consider your bill paid in full." He pauses. "If you should happen to also simplify the equation in a way that doesn't leave us open to massive reprisals...perhaps I can find a way to get you back to your ship."<br/>