When Saphire entered the bar, Salem turned and clicked his device at her, and then again at Keshin when he noticed her walking across the room.
He turned back to Mar and shrugged. "Just permission, really. I can image genetics discreetly if I need to, but I'm in the habit of offering something in exchange as a way of opening people to the idea of trading with me." He picked his briefcase-like container up off the floor and opened it, revealing a large array of gadgets and tidbits, all neatly organized. From a slot in the lid, he pulled what looked like a six-inch-long glass rod with a metal wire running through the middle. He shut the lid of the case and waved the rod at Mar.
"Abracadabra," he said, grinning. "So, do you want the raw data, or the stuff that's been run though the program in my ship's computer and interpreted? Or both, maybe?"
