His mouth twitches with distaste, but it's not directed at Jim or his offer. It's the fact that a clinic like that could appear and disappear, like one of those cursed magic shops. God, this place sometimes... "I'd appreciate that. I won't hold my breath that it'll make a return appearance."

The kiosk is good for leaning, although Caspar refrains, not quite as comfortable. But he's not making an excuse to exit the conversation, either, so that must be a good sign. "Glad to know we're not the only ones," he says with a faint smile. "You're talking about Faris' people, right? Your alternate was going to do the same thing for Adia's Fleet. It's the closest she came to telling anyone. Aside from me, I suppose."