Stryker shook his head, looking at his ex-patient with a smile.
"Okay, I won't say no to that. I've skipped breakfast today, because of some stupid accident." Then he took his goggles, microphone an earphones out of the backpack, along with the commlink. "And I don't leave my commlink on while working lately. I had some problems with it. Seems like that hacker doesn't like me." He put the equipment on, and started the OS. "I can pay for myself, no problem. And the job would be nice. It seems I have to get a few things, like a medical practitioner's license, and a magical license. And those don't come cheap."