[BTR]

[Locked to the Doctor]

Hey, Doc, can you check in with Toshiko? She's been feeling "desperate measures" levels of scientifically bored, and not in the fun, productive way. Hell, if you could spare an afternoon to build computers, I'm sure she'd love the diversion.

I mean, hell--as a personal favor to me, assuming I don't owe you too many already.

[BTR]

[Locked to Owen]

Owen, I have the name of the dealer. Not one of the hotel residents, as it turns out, so we're going to be hitting the streets. We should at least get a sample of the wares, test them for anything a blood analysis might miss. And then we should ASK HER VERY POLITELY to stop.