"Do you know what this is?" Istradez asks, running his fingers over the formula. "I think it's just chemistry, but I'm hoping it doesn't have some sort of offensive connotation or something." A headache is starting to gather behind his eyes from all the looking at screens, but it isn't bad yet, so he pulls up some jewelry ads from the same source as the clothing.

"You said you wanted to try integrated circuits. Do you think the printer is too glitchy to manage some aesthetically concealed surveillance devices? That may come in useful if we need to send a small infiltration team with the rest of the crew waiting behind for backup." Also, he just really loves the idea of a camera nose ring.