The Centauri is waiting for him outside MedLab. “What?” Neroon barks.
“You don’t know me. But. I heard about - what happened today. I mean, I didn’t exactly, Lennier said -“
Neroon folds his arms. “Did he.”
The Centauri flinches but stands his ground. He’s even speaking Fik, or trying to. “Anyway,” he says. “There’s someone here who - finds people who didn’t get what they wanted. And I need to warn you he’s dangerous. He works for - well. Just. If he asks what you want, don’t trust him.”
Ridiculous, Neroon concludes. Centauri political theatrics.
Still, that warning does come in useful later.