"...Regardless.  Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

He is tapping the staff thoughtfully. "Any tips for inspiring speeches? Or general tradecraft, the kind of thing that translates across technology?"

"Don't try to lie about your feelings - try to feel like your lies.  Learn to read a cipher so well it comes automatically.  The only way to keep information secure is to never write it down, and even then, that's no guarantee.  A confident stride while holding something bureaucratic can get you a long way.  And the best disguises, even when you're making a distraction, make you, yourself, boring."

Nod.

"...Here's another one for you 'give me a lever and a place to stand, and I shall move the world'. Archimedes. This," He waves the staff with a grin. "Is a lever. So I think it's time for me to go find a place to stand. Good luck out there. If you hear something that might be my work, don't try to confirm it. Best to keep things separated as much as possible, you know?"

She nods.  "I've done infiltrations before.  Fate be with you, Doctor Anno."

And with that he'll wrap up the staff very carefully (muttering about making a custom foam case for it later), and drive them both back to Bordertown away from their sequestered meeting spot, how about.

(The rumor mill has long decided that 'Kyra' is some sort of small time smuggler or fence, and Anno is buying drugs and supplies from her.)

Sounds like a good plan.

('Kyra' is vaguely annoyed at these rumors, but not enough to actively try to quash them.  She will, however, say that she hardly has any drugs to trade, if she's asked.)

(It's not like that's false.  She doesn't, and won't, unless the bikers have been throwing things at her again.)

(She has been dusting off her old studies of the Sigil of Frost, lately, given that she's in a desert.  And the Sigil of Fire, because she's in that desert at night.  So it may look like she has some sort of connections, if she shows up with bags of ice from nowhere on especially hot days.  But really, she's barely scratched the surface of this world's al-- chemistry.  She won't be handling drugs until she can determine which ones.)

Her child information network can help with that actually. They can identify most of it by sight or smell. What the bikers gave her is called crystal meth. Still pretty bottom of the barrel but not the worst dregs. A lot of it you need to get chemically tested or just trust your supplier, though.

Well, she's done some successful volatile chemistry with even less knowledge and equipment than is casually available here, so perhaps, even if she won't be selling drugs anytime soon, she could sell or otherwise provide drug testing services.  ...Possibly as part of the Mercy Crew's ambit; she knows they get a lot of drug problems.  ...Once she's caught up to the current state of alchemy - chemistry. 

...That name change is going to be very annoying.

What does the Mercy Crew think of seeing if there's any charitable-minded chemists who'd want to test drugs for purity and so on?  There's a lot of drug problems, day-over-day - she has this handy chart, from intake - and it seems like something best fixed out in front of the problem's occurrence, rather than cleaned up after.

Heron tells her, "If you really want, buy or steal a Serisse sequencer- Thirty grand new, probably five from a fence, and I wouldn't trust the software on either. The 'Good Doctor'" She snorts and rolls her eyes, "Over on the east side, some people trust him more 'cause he actually charges you, he has an older Intel model and he'll test pills for you but you sacrifice about one in ten for it, and he's an ass. Certainly not going to write up neat little reports for you."

She nods.  "I'll look into it."

(She was planning to do it the 'hard' way, rather than trust some unknowable Archon-machine.  There will likely be machines involved, this 'spectrometry' thing needs them for sure - but she'd rather everything be - visible.  And simple.)

(One step at a time.  Not feeding something into a system and blindly trusting.  That's how you get godling-corporations to begin with.  They are not invited here.)

...What does she find, when she goes looking?

...Dammit this is getting in the way of investigating the suspicious cults.  Which is a higher priority...

Drug deaths, she thinks.