Despite the heavy dosage, Kiph had a peculiar metabolism, and upon hearing "spacers", "cancer" and "flithy murderers" opened an eye, scanned the truck to determine who was speaking, then just as quickly shut his eye again, though now he was listening intently to the conversation. As intently as his warped, morphine-addled mind would allow him at the moment.
Soon, Ceres would speak, he surmised, and then our course of action would be determined.
In the meantime he tried to follow what was happening. He survived, that was one. Riv had met a shady character who wished to hire the group to retrieve something or other in dreaded Bleakwood. That was two. Brevil, the friend of that slimy scientist, Jonathan, seemed ok, to Kiph from first impressions. Ceres seemed to be ok with him, and that was right by Kiph. Wait, he thought, what was three?
Doctor Kiph thought to himself suddenly. Brevil Cornell had called himself a doctor. He seemed to know a great deal about the Spacers too. Perhaps....
"Lets talk to him again. Lets feel him out." Kiph muttered, and glanced toward Ceres out of habit.