"Yes, Ms. Rydell, I do have the schematics for it, which I can send to your compad shortly," Nadir informs Jolene. "If you can market it to the people like you say, I'm sure you'll have good results!"
Nadir considers Aleksandr's question carefully. "They do technically own the original prototype, due to the unfortunate contract negotiation I blundered those years ago. If they're going to upgrade to some other energy supply, I wouldn't think they'd miss it, however."
"Speaking of this mysterious new 'upgrade'," he continues, "I would be curious to find out more about it. Iijima may not be forthcoming with such trade secrets, but if Newsun-Matsuri's discovered something interesting I see it as a professional obligation that we uncover it for ourselves, no?" His eyes grow wide, eager, and he leans forward in his chair.
At this point Dr. Ling steps in. "Don’t get worked up now, Nagesh," Ling tells her patient flatly, placing a hand on his shoulder. She opens a metallic case on a nearby table, revealing six small syringes of green and yellow chemicals. You all recognize this as the harsh chemotherapy cocktail Dr. Nadir must receive daily.