Badd had worn the helmet before, mainly at Kay's insistence and once when Byrne was showing off the first version of Little Thief. He'd tried it on after Byrne's death, just to find the rest of it, but it was all in mando'ade.

Kay could have read it. But Kay didn't need to know what her father had really been doing with his evenings. Ideally Novoc would see it that way too, if things ever spilled out to him.

"Is there some kind of tracking device for the rest of the armor? Maybe a listing of cache locations? This station's pretty old, there's plety of little niches and vents that everyone else has forgotten about." Badd sat on the couch arm, lollipop dangling from his fingertips.