Yvette blinks at him. "In this -" She trails off, looks down at her phone and then back at him. "Starrick's soothing syrup?"

So wait - this guy is the same Abstergo is an ass guy she talked to before? The one with contacts all over and worries that the dead guy was - she never quite knew what he was scared of. Just that the guy died because Abstergo's hold got weak on something. Or something like that.

She flashes a half smile. "I was hoping you could help. And you really do need to take care of yourself. The glasses, for one. And did you take that much face trauma?"