Gallus heaves a sigh, finds a seat, and turns his attention to Westingkrup.

With a half smile, he eyes the ostentatious badge, and says, "Well, Arbitrator Westingkrup... where do you call home? You remind me of the lawmen from the vids I watched when I was younger - slinging pistols and rooting out aliens in the backwaters."

I'm fine with skipping ahead, either way.