Well now, here is an interesting situation. Because when you turn up for the Spiridos hockey a little later, it seems Deel Twain has paired up with a certain Father Varm...
Varm, however, is not in the least bit talkative, unlike the very personable Twain.
In fact, despite your difficulty in reading him, you are getting a vibe on Twain. He's like an iceberg; nine/tenths of him isn't visible. Or perhaps more like a shark. He has a very amiable anbd social front- and that might even be genuine. But the way he suddenly started rattling off all those insightful questions at you, Gallagher... and being able to recall details of your family just like that... your family is famous, but it is ia big Galaxy. You are certainly seeing the qualities that made him a good businessman. Also, he is surprisingly fit.
Varm is sitting in silent contemplation, whilst Twain is going through some warm up exercises.
"Sorry to bring Mr. No Fun here in on the game," he says, "but he's pretty fit and he was the only other person around not doing anything right now that I could talk into it. He also said he was always interested in seeing new faces around here."
You are currently in the changing rooms. Several suits of sports armour, in various sizes, are provided- looks like this is certainly a contact sport.