Blaque was in the medicine shop, picking up his special order of numbing-sleep formula for the Acklay.. He smiled, thanking the guy who handed him a small bottle of capsules. "I don't know what' you're doing with them," The man said. "But just two of these could knock out a sarlacc, and those can digest metal. Extra strength. For something smaller just break it in half." Blaque thanked the man again, payed him, and turned to go, but instead his eyes locked on the woman walking through the door. She was tanner than he remembered, and quite a bit older. But he would recognize her piercing gaze and ridiculous lab coat anywhere.