Tallow turned to him and smiled. His gloves were already coated with Shiva’s blood. "Don’t have to worry about me." the street doc said. "Without guys like you, I’d be out combing the alleys looking for skells the Halloweeners or some other street gang might have iced and left for ratmeat." He patted Shiva’s dead cheek. "At least this way, I get some healthy merch to deal. And well within the ischemic time of tissue survival for resale. Wouldn’t do much good trying to sell dead organs. Bring her over here."