With a chuckle, Harold says reassuringly, "Don't worry. It's a long story, the name. As long as you're not supporting Rheinland I won't ask for a, ehem, 'donation'..." He winks smarmily, much to his own dismay, and smiles.
He takes a swig of his drink, coughs at the bitter aftertaste, and clears his throat. "Sorry. Anyways, how did you end up all the way out here in the middle of the rear end of space? We're quite far away from IMG operations here."
