Rial, on the other side of the room, is whistling softly, setting up a small spinning X-Wing mobile, complete with little flashing lights and the soft hum of contented machinery.

He glances over at Plourr, decides that she's not looking at him, and attempts to sneakily remove another small figurine from his pocket, one that bears a suspicious resemblance to a modified Z-95 Headhunter.