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Atton's sitting in a booth, reading a datapad with something between complete interest and utter horror. Occasionally he'll wrinkle his nose and make a comment like 'That's just nasty' or 'Oh, kriff, no, that shouldn't go there!' He's also absent-mindedly laying out a variety of weapons on the table - including, but not limited to, blasters, knives, grenades and odd things that look like corkscrews. They probably are corkscrews.