"I'll make a note of that." He does.

"Just trying to help with the 'become a known face' thing."

"It's helpful! I don't know if I'll wind up implementing all the suggestions but it's good to have examples."

"I reckon just this will be enough that nobody gives you too much squinty-eyes about a couple lads joining your crew, for light work at first. More get to know you stuff."

"Marvelous. Do you want my email, to give out or let me know if you have too many empty shelves in your back room?"

"...I don't have an email address, head. I use CryDrop, it's less traceable. Networked stuff in general gets hacked all the damn time around here."

"I can probably set that up." Is this something he can figure out in five minutes from his phone?

It's a crypto program in the vein of some sort of VPN. Is he going to set it up here and now?

Is there an obvious reason not to?

Well, if he can't think of one, maybe not?

"Is this the kind of thing where there's a zillion fake versions I could be downloading and I have to get it from somebody whose copy is known clean?"

"Oh! Definitely. Uh... I kinda paid a bunch for my copy, from a reputable guy for assurance there's nothing fucky in it, but med supplies, and it's not like it has DRM. Gimmie a sec to find the install..."

His Sinzil phone receives a file transfer request.

Yoink. "Thanks so much."

And now he can set it up no problems. Emma walks him through the settings.

"Awesome. Let me know if you need stuff, more lead time obviously better but I can work with short notice."

"Hope you get on with Roland. He's more of a 'name it and I can find it' guy, you're going for bulk, sounds like? Anyway, have a better one."

"Thank you."

And off he strolls to see if St. Joe's needs anything.

St. Joe's is doing fine with the stuff he gave them earlier. More than once a day would be too suspicious, Warehouse guy thinks.

Super valid. Hmmm, what else to do. He supposes he can walk around some more and see what jumps out at him.

Building being torn down, a lovely looking shopping street without nearly so much of the ails as the rest of the city, four huge mega-towers visible in the distance, a big garage working on cars, surprisingly chill pickup soccer game with a bunch of people cheering, someone being stuffed into a tire and suspended from a light pole and covered in gas, 

- is the person still alive?

Maybe? Unconscious, if so. The crowd does not seem especially placable. They're shouting about fucking cannibals deserving what they get.

"He's a cannibal?" Cam asks, wading into the crowd around the situation. Conjures for corpses to check if he's dead.

The guy is not dead.

"Yeah! They found the fucker with long pork and offal."

"No clue how many he's killed, but we've got the monster now and it ends today."

"Who's they?" He lines the tire with some flame retardant.