"The man hesitated and then reached across to shake Ordo's hand, surrendering soft pale civilian fingers to a black gauntlet. The look on his face said clearly that he hadn't expected to find flesh and blood inside the droid-like shell, or to retrieve his hand uncrushed afterward. "My pleasure, sir," Ordo said. It was unusually quiet in the EasyRide after that. At least the reality had registered on them."