He can get pretty good before he has to stop for the day.

He will keep studying and practising as Lord Occlus sees fit.

There's a chime that indicates a visitor is requesting entry to the ship.

...who is it?

The monitor shows Imperial Intelligence's crest, rather than a helpful view of the visitor.

...that's probably for Occlus.

Oh, it probably is.

"Go and greet our guest."

He goes to do that.

It's a young woman with a bright smile and a crisp Dromund Kaas accent.

"Hello. You must be Rafa. Cipher Nine, Imperial Intelligence."

"It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise. May I come in?"

"Be our guest." He stands aside.

She smiles at him as she passes.

Occlus meets them in the common area.

"My lord. Cipher Nine, at your service."

"What are you doing here?"

"Minder Seventeen flagged your request for information on Beeadu the Hutt. He's currently a person of interest in one of our ongoing operations."

Ah huh.

"And you are here to?"

"To help, of course. The Orrishid Group is not one of our areas of interest."

"Might I ask why he is of interest and in what operation?"

"You might!"

"Consider it asked."

She laughs. "It's classified."

"Pity."