As soon as I leave the hangar, I run into Zef. Man, what a character.
Can I take a picture of you with your gems?
Sure!
He is barefoot. He points at Martina—who has appeared out of nowhere—and then immediately disappears into thin air.
Listen, Zef, is that huge stone you’re leaning on so proudly your most beautiful rock?
No, I only have these little ones. That one belongs to my neighbor’s stand. The mandarin is mine, though.