Trish was already regretting her hasty decision to go to Logan alone. She was not good with people, and yet here she was trying to find a psyche doctor. Moving through the dirty streets, she tried to find a bar of some sort, her standard go to for information. She passed many dealers of various sins, be it snort, smoke, or injectible, and even a few more carnal sellers. But none of these interested the bomber. An hour passed until finally a man that was a lot cleaner than the rest she'd seen spouted his offer.

[color=c4df9b][i][b]"Miss, you look rather healthy and lost, we can give you a good deal for one of your kidneys. If you've got the right blood type, you can walk away with two thousand credits within the hour. A chunk of your liver gets more than that, and those grow back, usually. Marrow is a thousand a vial. Interested?"[/b][/i][/color]

She looked him up and down, [color=fff79a][i][b]"You're not the doctor right, just his sales guy?"[/b][/i][/color] He nodded, a bit nervously at this nontypical response. [color=fff79a][i][b]"Take me to him, I'm both buying and selling."[/b][/i][/color] The man looked rather surprised by this, but nodded, and waved for her to follow him. He led her through a maze of alleys and doorways until she found herself in a surprisingly clean office area with a glass window to an operation room.

She sat down in one of the tacky maroon chairs when the door opened. A very dark skinned woman walked in, [color=f6989d]i][b]"My guy says you're selling, so I assume, off the menu?"[/b][/i][/color] Trish nodded, and slipped her hand into her bag, pulling out the canister. [color=fff79a][i][b]"I'm fairly sure this is space sickness. You can test it if you'd like. I want to unload this, and possibly others if you can afford it, and soon."[/b][/i][/color]

The doctor's eyes widened as Trish handed over the canister, knowing better to not ask where or how she got this, despite really wanting to. [color=f6989d][i][b]"I can afford this one, but I can't really do more than that. I'm a small time doctor."[/b][/i][/color] The woman moved into the exam room and hooked the canister up to some machine, and spoke through an intercom, [color=f6989d][i][b]"He also said you were buying? Mind if I ask what while we wait?"[/b][/i][/color]

[color=fff79a][i][b]"I want to attach a bomb I made to one of my ribs."[/b][/i][/color] The calmness in which she said this somewhat disturbed the doctor. She spoke as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Again, the doctor knew better than to ask why, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Which is why you want a psyche doctor, right? Because no sane doctor would risk being in the room with a bomb."[/b][/i][/color] Trish nodded, then the computer beeped. [color=f6989d][i][b]"Definitely space sickness, though a bit different from the natural strain."[/b][/i][/color]

Walking back into the waiting room, she returned the canister to Trish, [color=f6989d][i][b]"If you come back tomorrow, same time, I can have ten thousand credits waiting, and do your procedure, we'll say the payment covers that too. You're on your own for whatever others you have."[/b][/i][/color] She stuck out her hand and Trish shook it. The sales guy led her back out of the maze and wished her well. The moment she was out of earshot, he opened a communicator and spoke to someone on the other end, [color=c4df9b][i][b]"Sir, I got a way you can make a lot of money very quickly.... Tomorrow... One woman... Of course I'll take care of the body, I always do... I doubt she'll be missed.... Yes sir."[/b][/i][/color]

Trish made the slow trudge back to the ship, and up the ramp, finding the cargo hold surprisingly empty. Quickly, she made her way over to the crate of canisters, finding that it had been unlocked. She shrugged and slipped the canister in, making it appear in order with the rest, as if it had always been there. She closed it back, and began heading for her quarters. Ten thousand credits would go a long way for the ship and crew. And she'd get her own side project done tomorrow. She found herself quite pleased with how things seemed to be going as she strode down the quarters corridor.