The door chimed, three short bleats and one longer blat followed by a ding, at which Palo holstered his blaster and pressed the actuator. "Did you get the items I requested?" "You can stop the polite charade," Kimba snapped. "You're not fooling anyone." "In that case, I'll ask you what took so kriffing long," he retorted angrily, gesticulating at a wall chronometer. "It's almost midnight and we need to get on this in a Coruscant minute." Palo took all this in with an expression carved from stone. "This," he said, extracting an instrument from a waistband pouch. "Observe, if you are so inclined."