As the saying goes, Tam didn't anywhere to go for help, but she did know a guy who knew a guy who owed a few favors and without too much trouble, ended up finding shelter in a run-down clinic deep in the closest thing this station had to a favela, being carefully examined by a clinical and aloof old man in faded scrubs.<br/><br/>(He probably didn't really need to have her take her shirt off, but at least he isn't perving all over either her or little Tip. Tip, at least, seemed to be quietly enjoying the show, her eyes lingering on Tam's ample boobs.)<br/><br/>'Well, you'll live," the doctor finally pronounced, his voice soft and halting, tinged with an unfamiliar accent. "Nothing more than a glancing blow. Now, getting you out of here..."<br/><br/>"You aren't interested in turning us in for the reward," Tip asked, her head tilting and her tone light and curious. Instead of anger or annoyance, he responded with a soft, amused snort.<br/><br/>"Reward! As if they would let a humble person such as myself have any such thing!" He shook his head. "Oh, there are always some desperate enough to try, but such promises never deliver. Usually the informer is arrested as an accomplice."<br/><br/>Ewwww.<br/><br/>"The excuse is that we cannot be trusted to deliver the truth, thus deserve nothing. In exchange, they dangle ridiculous lures to catch fools. Word has gotten around. Here, in the favela, you are at least a little safer from being turned in."