"God, Zou, you act like I'm some sort of criminal." Even with the time limit, Howard isn't indiscriminate about what he starts shoving into his cargo pockets. Most of he stuff in this store room is basic iodine and sleep aids - useful, but not exactly unique on Stacy. What Howard's looking for is something a bit more potent.

Oh, and also narcotics. Bad habits die hard.

Some of the immunity-boosters and vials of high-powered antibacterials disappear into Howard's hands - he's getting rather deft at legerdemain. What was once basic pickpocketing experience is turning into genuine high-level skill.

"You know, if anyone comes looking for us, that box could probably fit two of us."