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There was a minute of silence after Sol finished his story. Doc sat in thought at the story. He was also filled with some skepticism and a bit of being nervous. "Concordia," he thought to himself, "her running her mouth could get me into trouble with the Outcast nation. I'll have to address that."
He looked up at Sol, trying to read him. He could tell that he was uncomfortable with the datapad. Doc could understand as he himself was uncomfortable talking to an Outcast who worked on orders. Was he a spy? Was he sent to see how much he knew and would he try to kill him for it? After a minute that seemed like an hour, Doc leaned forward.
"Sol, you tell a very intriguing and harsh tale," he explained, "Forgive my skepticism but how would I know that you're not an Outcast agent, here to find out what I know of cardamine, it's mysteries and addictions? What can I get as a re-assurance that you seek a way out and to bring no harm to me or my family?"
Doc sighed a moment before continuing, "I'd like to help you. Really I would but I will admit that what I do know is very limited and largely unproven. But, before I say more, I need to know that you are genuine and not someone out to cause harm to me or anyone here."