"Of course. I could get some from willing donors easily with the right equipment. I'll need a little time to get it." He looked at his watch. "We don't have a lot of time until we have to get back to Stacy. Whatever we do we have to do it quickly.

He lowered his voice so that others around wouldn't hear. "So we'll have to have our meal here before we go." He glanced around, sensing out his own target. He found a young woman, clearly over 18. He hoped there wasn't anything truly heinous in her system. Her forearms were heavily tracked, but a bit old. With any luck, she'd been scared off the harder stuff into something a bit lighter. It was clear she was drunk, at least.