[Husk isn't much of a bleeding heart- or at least, he tries to tell himself he isn't one. He can't solve everyone's problems, and this city has an absolute metric shit-ton of them. So he sees this and starts to move on until... something clicks.

This is Sampo's partner. He remembers the conversation he and Sampo had a couple months ago, about what that rock was doing to him. The issue has clearly only gotten worse. God fuckin' damnit. He heaves out a sigh.]

I don't know shit about rocks, but I got plenty of contacts in Undertown and Ghost City. I'll reach out. See what I can see. Maybe the black market's got something going on.

The little shit ain't going anywhere. He's not allowed. He owes me a bottle of whiskey.

[ See, they can BOTH pretend they don't have feelings and it'll be fine.]