Sparkle... smelled like dish soap. And was very, very clean, today. He also had a bit of a crick in his neck, courtesy of waking up face-first on the counter at Demon Marcus this morning.

He didn't want to talk about it.

At least he'd grabbed his backpack from his room before rushing to meet Atton at the Portalocity Station. There were some clothes in there, and all his usual toys. He had no idea what use his lockpicks would have in a galaxy far, far away, but he felt naked without them, so...

"Can't wait to get off of this fucking island," he announced, by way of greeting.

Hi, Atton.