Leif: Wh– You don’t — It’s from the Embassy. Marks the chip for my compulsions.
. . . Sir.
That’s . . . oh.
Thorn (thinking): It’s some kind of official thing! I didn’t realize. I really need to look this stuff up myself some time . . .
And change the subject before I make him any more flustered.
Thorn: Hey, Leif . . .
What if I rent you for an event where you need special clothing? Does that mean the embassy buys you something new?