Ultranova
Quiral shakes his head.
Quiral: "It is near impossible, the betrayer has disabled it there, and removed his tracker from the databanks...
However, I can try to scan some parts of the Galaxy, perhaps with a lot of luck, I can locate his tracker... But it is seeking a needle in a... Well, Galaxy."
Some employees walk up to the table, with some food.
Quiral: "Well, it is evening, so I think I will have my dinner, just... Continue, don't mind me!"
It seems that Quiral doesnt care who stands infront of him, he just does what he does...