If Krok was disturbed by this diversion from the rules, he didn't show it. "Have you met Misfire? The one who was locked in the closet for a few months and then ended up having to pay a debt on the spa planet? He's my comrade. We don't typically do formal greetings, but I figured that we should follow some sort of script in here. Professionalism or whatever."

He waved a hand, then leaned back into the seat. "How so? Restless can mean many things."