While the Doctor described his interpretation of their markings, Doctor hope was also holding her own webbing and caressing her thumb over a particular emblem. The Rod of Asclepius, albeit some twisted inverted version of it, upside down and the rod skewering the serpent in its neck by it tip. Her other hand down by her side resting atop her equipment belt and gripped a particular holster with a rather oversized side-arm. "Irredeemable..." She muttered, in a low, self-condescending tone.
While CS was happy to acknowledge the doctors understanding and concerns, he braced his arm on Hope's wrist ever so gently but refraining from fully wrapping around her to grip it fully. "Not to worry Doctor, we're all quite content with our position. We know what we do, and we do it well. Even with the public uncertainty and suspicions with us dealing with sensitive matters. I think the best way to put it is the Bundschuh have valued us more than just being equipment that is common in our History... Even if its only a slither of an understanding what our lives are like. It means a lot."
Hope slithered her wrist out of CS hand as he allowed and released his grip, she learnt forward towards with her hands now firmly placed on her knees to carry on with her discussion. Even if it was already hard to keep her composure in check yet the rarity of outsider dialogue was something she wanted to partake in. "With how things are going, we may see an increase in our need to obtain supplies from other providers, but our distribution networks would be more than happy to try a support a few thousand doses a month. Our goal is to sustain them, not flood their systems with the substance. In return we'll be requesting anonymous samples to anyone willing to provide them for your... research. I know there are many who would want to find ease in their difficult dependency." She gave him another data-padd, showing a list of drop-off locations across the borders of 'civilized space', dead drop locations and their corresponding symbols. "These are especially for you and your trusted associates, use these with appropriate alibi cover if you would please, we're not a fan of finding any trackers or tails on our scheduled pick ups."
She placed her hand inside her flight suit pocket, handing him a small domed shaped trinket with a single button on its flat rear, it was unoffensive yet hardly attractive to say the least but by design. yet its weight was dense as it placement on the steel table was muffled heavily under her fingertips.. "Tap once and keep it in the shadows, that is If you ever need to find us doctor, we'll find you. if you could please stay somewhere suitable for us to get to you without too many prying eyes... Usually a rooftop, somewhere out in the wilderness or in the dark corners of the Void herself."
