Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday]

[Doc Holliday]

"If you must," said Doc in his response to his request to smoke. Before he rose to offer a light, he turned on a ventilation unit. "I gave up the habit long ago and care not for the smoke." He then struck an old wooden match on his desk and rose to offer a light. Once the cigarette was lit, he sat back down, extinguished the match and placed the smoldering wood on a small iron on his desk.

"I must admit, that was quite the story," he continued as he examined the cassette, "I've never heard anything good of prisons or the ships that transport them. Sure, men do bad things but it seems that they only come out as Xenos, Unioners or some other member of what the houses call criminals."
Doc then sighed, "Some house authorities are no better in my opinion but anyway..."

Doc inserted the cassette into his com system and began to study it. He kept looking from the monitor to Matt and back numerous times. He then grabbed a medical recorder and went around his desk, pulling up a chair in front of him and sitting face to face.

"If you don't mind, I'd like a closer look," he requested. "This pseudoskin you speak of, where did you get it? I mean, I have a device that re-conditions burned and scarred skin to like new condition but I can't make it like that."
He then looked to him from around his recorder, "Please explain while I work." He ducked behind his recorder only to pop his head out again, "And don't worry, it's confidential."

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