"Do you know me? Ha, ha, what a kidder. Why, Jayyar, I have known you since you were a youngling only so high." At that I held my hand out like so, and then I glanced over the pavilion rail down to the ground far, far below. "And now look at you! You are even higher!"
	It was a little joke, but Jayyar did not smile.
	"Are you sure you belong here?" he asked. He frowned as he took in my clothing, which I admit was a little rough for the establishment. I may have a flair for fashion, but it is a pirate's fashion, after all.
	"Is this person bothering you?" the Gigoran asked. The hostility he felt toward me was evident through his translating vocoder.
	"Bothering? No. It is I, Hondo Ohnaka, friend of Jayyar's father and not a pirate up to not good. But my, what a nice timepiece you are wearing! Would you give it to me?"
	"Give it to you?"
	"I do no have one, but I think I loaned one to your father just like that. Perhaps it is the same one."
	And then, of course, I directed all Jayyar's attention to his timepiece. He was still confused by my clever deception and wary I might be trying to steal something from him or otherwise trick him in some way.
	But as I ran my free hand through his various pockets, I was not finding any keys to any safety-deposit boxes. That was very confusing to me, because I knew from Mahjo the key must always be somewhere on his person or very nearby or it would cease to function. But it wasn't on him. Not at all.

- Chapter 4, Page 80-81