Dejah can't help but think her face is going to ache later from all the smiling. The metal beneath his fingertips is not cool to the touch. It's a little warm in fact. It's not smooth as glass, but has a brushed, matte finish.

"Here, hold it like this." She shifts it into his lap, palm up. "We're going to have to construct a stand for you, so if you want to take it off, it'll be easier to put back on. Now, the pendant is still keyed to your neurosignature." She slips the device, now on a thin silver chain, around his neck, tucking it under his shirt so it's against his skin.

After a moment, a pale blue light start to flicker down through the device, like water wicking through fabric, seeping along the individual threads.