He had seen the refugee camps. Most of what he had seen needed a doctor and not someone who merely mixed medicine. But what aid he could offer probably wouldn't hurt.

"Profit does not always come in the form of coin," he mused aloud. Not that he cared too much about money. Enough to replenish his stock and keep him fed had always been enough.

"Nor do I need to be the one benefiting."

He contemplated what else Kirk had said, letting his silence drag on a bit.

"It seems odd however that this organization would entrust those from another world with missions."