Oh, Novoc recognized it all right. His face was solemn as he took it from Badd, gaze lingering for a moment on the view plate. Almost as good as a glimpse of Byrne's face, to a mando'ad -- but only almost.

It felt uncomfortably tight over his braids as he slipped it on, but hopefully he wouldn't have to wear it long enough to matter. The on-board computer responded to his body heat, booting up immediately. Good; it would have been awkward if Byrne had keyed it to his specific biometrics.

"I'm accessing the helmet's records," he informed Badd, voice muffled slightly by the helmet. "Any idea what I should be looking for?"