Abby knows what he's looking for and tightens her right hand into a fist on top of the counter to make it easier for him, pointedly ignoring the way the green glow shows through the undersides of her tendons. She doesn't like being reminded that it's there, fizzing away in the center of her palm.

The shop owner is looking too. Abby hands them back the potion with little grace, busying their hands abruptly.

"Yeah. You could tell me who works in medical around here." Why the fuck does everybody in this place talk like a Scar. "Same group that treated me when I came in?"