For Tseng's quick agreement to donating to the genetic comparison research, Hojo jots on the paper to adjust the prices down by 5%. A loss in the long run for himself but in this world Hojo has to encourage positive feelings towards him. A discount no matter how slight will help that.

"A pity that the lab space here wouldn't allow a continuation of our previous arrangements. To say nothing of the undue attention it would bring." It still chafes at the man.

This world has the inherent dangers of roaming monsters just as their own. Unlike their world, this one is... not quite peaceful but the lack of active warfare between places is genuinely baffling. Even trade is less cutthroat than anything Shinra employees were familiar with. Humans are casually cruel and violent to each other and to the planet. This is a truth that Hojo knows well. The supposed peace goes against everything he knows and believes in: the worst of humanity and how people easily fall to their cruelest states given first chance. The closest he's heard of such thing was from the occasional person from a world yet further from this and theirs. Rumblings of worlds with empires and kingdoms, of lands that sound the stuff of ancient legends. Islands in the sky and castles beneath the sea. Twinned planets, books that house monsters, and ghosts that collectively inhabit objects to reap the living.

If any of that has leaked to this world then there is even less reason to journey outside the city for a man accustomed to the protection and power of being a Director. One cannot do research if they are dead. In theory. There is the question of how this world's Lifestream, if it possesses one, would react to a man not born to it dying.

Tseng's sly assurance does very little to reassure the 'good' doctor and Tseng must know this of the 'neurotic mess of complexes' (as Subject S would disclaim). Hojo shoots the Turk a disgusted frown before biting out a bitter retort. "One should hope I know you. One does not take a Turk lightly. If Shinra's a kennel where the SOLDIERs are guard dogs and sheepdogs, the Turks are are birddogs flushing out prey and tearing open their throats. Both are highly trained even if there is the apptitude already there, but one wrong bark and your owner... ... Hmm. The comparison falls apart when you reach certain departments. _{Although it does make Scarlet more bluntly a bitch.}"

"In any case..." Hojo recollects himself. "Is there anything else? You have my contact information but I will need yours. Furthermore, I will need to collect your sample now and collect data on your physical baseline. Your files aren't here and I do not have it all memorized. If anyone from Gaia appears and you spot them first, you should forward them to this clinic. _{More points of comparison...} You'll have to anyway if they are a Turk."

Hojo listens with half an ear as he quickly tallies up the time and requirements for the necessary procedures. He will have to tell the secretary to move his next appointment an hour just in case but collecting the samples will be a simple affair. For anything more intrusive like bone fragments...

He casts a considering glance at the Turk. There really is nothing stopping Hojo from doing anything more. But then it would only take one concerned bout of womanly attention and that useful fool at the desk will scream and call the guards and things will only continue to escalate from there... He could paint the whole thing as the Turk's fault. But too much bother for a specimen that won't be as interesting as any of the new creatures currently wandering about in this world. If the Turk had been something else he would be more honestly tempted. But the lost of willing research subjects and a centralized location would be a waste. So Hojo simply pockets the scrap of notepad and nods.

"What I need from you is nothing more than I have already collected from myself. Hair, nails, saliva, urine, stool, blood, gametes, skin. Ideally also red bone marrow and a bone fragment. Were you expecting me to say a piece of your liver and a kidney?" A mocking grin is stretched across the man's face, a few shades lighter than the post-Nibelheim maniacal leering.  Hojo never was sane but he's not exactly as bad as he would've become after losing his prize specimen.

"I suppose being here is making me more... appreciative of how competent certain factions within the company were. The lack of anything resembling competence or interesting in my field here is galling. There is very little interest in medical research but a large fascination with thaumatic energy manipulation." He refuses to call magic magic as it must have some source. Materia had a source. Magic would mean something mysterious and inexplicable. "Some back in Midgar as bad as Palmer, others while wasteful still yielded results."

"Your group had its faults..." Many in Hojo's eyes, the main ones being hiring Valentine in the first place and then and sending him on his own to serve as protection detail. In an isolated location. With no one reminding him not to get involved in the personal lives of those he was supposed to be watching. "... but generally more useful than the other sections of Public Safety." In Hojo's mouth the words Public Safety became a joke. And it was, as the only thing the public was made safe from was by sheer coincidence of living within the Tower's range and even that didn't fully extend to the Slums. When you have an army claimed under the title of Security...  A company becoming a nation in all but name was an interesting way of dodging all the pesky rules expected out of an actual governmental body. "With them all you need is the ability to follow simple orders and execute them.  The organization was menial work for an incredible work of science like Subject S but perfect for the vast horde of research material that willingly signed away their lives and bodies to the company." It still baffles him as to why people willingly join SOLDIER but he appreciated the variety of subjects for J-Cell exposure. Even if the prime subject is leaps and bounds ahead in quality and skill, lesser subjects are useful for data and testing for things that he shouldn't risk his masterwork on.

"The overgrown brat's insistence on honor is nothing more than justifying his own overblown sense of pride and the things he chooses to do under orders. But I suppose that is what happens when a subject is raised thinking it is more than what it really is. My creation doesn't need any any such justifications and both of Hollander's think far too highly of themselves." To that end, he can respect the Turks. They never claimed to be anything moral or just... or rather he never saw one that claimed or acted in such a way. Hojo doesn't bother paying attention to their members unless they intrude on his person or domain.

But Hojo can never take either products of Project G seriously. Both are monsters made from JENOVA infused human flesh. Both claim to be more than monsters. Both act the same as any fool dumb enough to sign up for SOLDIER. One is a vainglorious idiot who thinks he is more intelligent than he is; and he is more intelligent than most SOLDIERS but his obsession with that useless dreck is a waste of everyone's time. The other... Hojo already said his piece on what he thinks of that supposed 'honor'. Honor among SOLDIERS is nothing more than loyalty to a paycheck and the blind will to do anything commanded.

Hojo steps out of the room without warning to tell... right, her name was Margret. "Can you move the 3:40 appointment to 6:50?" Without checking back for a confirmation, Hojo quickly walks to the room where he left Tseng. "We can begin biological specimen samples. As I said: hair, nails, saliva, urine, stool, blood, gametes, skin. In total nothing more than a quick trim here and there and spending a little time in the bathroom.  The bone marrow can be done with a local anesthesia.  Bone fragment...  _{I suppose I could simply collect a tooth and perform a curative to regenerate it.  Molar would make it less obvious...}"

"Starting ex nihilo only works when you have the resources." Hojo mutters while the Turk finds amusement in some unknowable and worthless thing. Starting from nothing with nothing available to say nothing of a lack of connections positive or negative is an exercise in frustration.  In science at any rate.  Everything in academic type of work is built off of the work of those who came before.  A Turk's work meanwhile relies on their prey being unaware of the true danger.  So it makes sense that the man would feel more free having been freed from ShinRa, no matter what lipservice he offers to the appreciation of now-missing resources.

The madman had honestly not been expecting Tseng to still be willing with the sheer amount of material being given up. He had been rattling off more than he actually needed just to see how far the Turk would bend. And bend he did even if denied a piece of bone. Not that a tooth really would be worth as much as an actual piece of skeleton. That act would've been purely to cause Tseng annoyance and dread. The absence of a visible tooth would've been too obvious. It would had ruined the Turk's supposedly immaculate appeal to the moronic masses that he lies and tricks on a daily basis. And that, obviously, is not something Tseng would accept.

Other Turks might as their appearance is at times a calculated tool in different degrees. The ingénue, the slumrat, the intimidating thug, and so on. Much like characters in a play their appearance lets them sell whatever story they're playing at during the information gathering stage.

Hojo is finishing up Tseng's paperwork when the man emerges from the restroom. He carelessly waves the Turk off as though swatting at a particularly annoying fly. "Yes, yes. That will be all. You know where to find me, bar some manner of catastrophe befalling this backwater cesspit." Although... The 'doctor' pauses. A familiar maniacal gleam is in his eyes as he stares at the fellow 'ex'-ShinRa employee. "If you see a product of SOLDIER, of any rank, do send them my way. I may not be able to see the fruition of Project S but I will be able to confirm my theory with secondary specimen cells."