Shaun is a bit wary of the bars, mostly because he once spent a two week period eating them for every meal, and also because, well, associations with them aren't the best thing ever right now. They remind him of someone that he misses a lot, so better avoiding them all together.

"I'll keep that in mind." For now, he's considering his messages instead. "Let's see here..."

'You won't believe this, but so am I. Wound up on assignment with someone helping me out. She's a little injured, but it shouldn't be a problem for me to get out. Genetic heart thing, huh?" That's a coincidence, he thinks, isn't Yvette dealing with some kind of genetic thing too?

"I can see what I can do about getting in touch with someone here. Offhand, don't let anyone talk you into Starrick's soothing syrup. They'll push it for everything but it's actually killed people."

Absently, he's turning to Yvette. "Do you happen to know any doctors willing to help with meds for people with genetic conditions in the area?" Because...nah...right?