The Corellian stands out in the crowd. Not because he is so very particularly striking, or because he is the center of attention. In fact, the man is still dressed rather casually and is off in a corner and quietly minding his own business. No, the reasoning is because he must have requested that a section of the globe be undimmed to allow the rays of dying sun to break through the normally protective layer. This golden light illuminates the man as much as it does the book he is reading through. Changed from the light tan shirt worn earlier, Paul is sitting relaxed in a soft forest green shirt, which glows warmly under the sun's touch. Glasses have been abandoned, left lying on the table along with some food that has been brought, but merely picked at distractedly. With one elbow on the ta