A regular infection, but with its own unique and sparkling personality.

[ And likely to be terribly hard to treat, if its origins are something arguably maybe one-tenth still human and the rest corroded metal and oil and wiring of unknown origins.

He shakes his head, brushing off the offer, as he checks that the bottle is closed securely before tucking it away again. ]

It's gratis. [ A pause, then, and he clarifies (because he's got to learn to start doing that, eventually), ] It's free. I wouldn't be a very good representative for the Followers if I mistook an opportunity to help for a chance to enrich myself.