[ Ah, so that's the plan then. It's useful to know that Silco can apparently produce two -- or rather, at least two -- variants of his drug, seemingly with little effort. And while he's never really had much experience with drugs himself, he'd heard plenty of grim stories from his father and his father's associates back home -- mostly about how that shit wasn't meant to be toyed with. Somehow, he gets the sense of Silco's product is especially nothing to be trifled with.

It could really wreck some havoc if that shit got a proper foothold among the Meridian, huh. ]

... sure, I get it.

[ A half-shrug. ]

But you say what you're giving to the Springstar folks -- [ brief pause before he changes tack, repeating Silco's term a little pointedly: ] -- to the Topside is experimental. Won't they catch on if they see you handing shit out and it starts messing them up? Not exactly like you're keeping on the down-low. Or hard to recognize.