Ashari wanders in just in time to catch the tail end of Istradez's comment. They let out a low whistle as they see the fabric in his hands.

"Infiltration and surveillance is all well and good," says Ashari, trying not to laugh. "But are we sure we want to do it while emulating a particular, uh, herb-obsessed subculture?"

[Ashari thinks the formula is the one for space weed.]