[Dieguez walked slowly to Quill's chosen destination, thinking on many things. Where could he possibly begin? Calmly, he began to remove the very large, grey tuxedo jacket that had been given to him for this mission. Never had he owned something so nice, but he didn't seem to regret removing such a heavy outer-garment.

With ease, the very nice shirt-sleeve over his right arm was rolled a little near his shoulder. Even in this dark, the vivid red hues of his tattoos were not quieted.] We talked about my tattoos. I said some things. They'd said some things. I was not pleased with what they said.