[ There's a flash of something in Amos' eyes at the talk of experiments, but he keeps his mouth shut there. He was asked to find volunteers for a medical trial to help pay for a gun he's been looking for; he's already done that. The less actually said about it, the better, even if he couldn't exactly maintain a poker face there.

(He also doesn't care that much about the why. Not when it can get him something, at least.)

But he settles back in afterwards, relaxed and at ease, like absolutely nothing's the matter. All they're doing now is talking shop, right? Right. ]

Nothing that isn't already common knowledge; drugs ain't exactly my scene, so I haven't really had any reason to run into her. Think that's more up the alley of a guy named Silco. [ Amos glances over his shoulder, around the library; nope, nothing, so he looks back at Heine. ] He's probably around here somewhere.

[ Said without any concern whatsoever; he is, but it doesn't really matter. Guy's been a bit on edge lately, so Amos can only wonder what he's been getting up to in his time here. In the meantime takes a moment to spread out, really fill the chair he's occupying. Get perfectly comfortable in it. ]

Tech's more my speed; there're some things down there it doesn't seem like the wider world above is ready for just yet. Dunno how useful that is to you, but hey, if it ever comes up, feel free to hit me up. Otherwise, shit, I dunno, I'm not a bad pair of extra eyes to have about if you want to go in a place like Draumahol.

[ Probably for a price, if Heine isn't Zenith — but that's neither here nor now. Hopefully won't be an issue at all later, ideally, but one step at a time. ]