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Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.

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[simon_doctor]

"I ... this isn't really my area of expertise --"

Simon pauses, and digs into his pocket, and comes out with his encyclopedia.

"It's not exactly a how-to book," he admits, "but there may be something useful in the entries on the outer colonies."

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"Better than what we've got," Quinn admits. "We've been at the survival business ten years, but that's only 'cos we haven't had a choice. Anything in there that'd make it easier for us, I'd be bloody grateful for."

[simon_doctor]

Several minutes spent over the encyclopedia, and by the end of it the list has expanded to just over three times its former length.

"...or the closest analogue they have," Simon's saying, as he writes down the last item.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Quinn runs a finger down the list and nods. "I think we can do this," he says. "I'll take this to Calrissian next time I see him. Thank you, Dr. Tam."

[simon_doctor]

Then it's good we're helping.

"Good luck to you, Mr. Abercromby. And -- please let me know if there's anything else I can do."