"Doctor?" He considers this. "Nah. Not really. Witch doctor, maybe. Magic, not science." He can't imagine being able to pull something like this off with science. But, you know. What does he know?

"Yeeeeah." A giggle. "The gods 'ere, there was a thing -- you just fuckin' missed it -- sent us all off on missions, an' we did well enough, we got to send out a letter. You've got a few of 'em floatin' 'round, for a pretty penny. Got one. Sold it already, though." He looks apologetic, even just a little guilty. "Sorry, Herbs. Other'n those, I don' think there is a way. Or if there is, it's, like, fuckin' -- gods-caliber mojo."