C-155: Zarg’s World Highport, Target Freighter

The Felline’s ears flatten a little, “Prrri.”

“Donn’t knnowww, xavenn’t beenn at Prrrissstinne for DexaCycles, xectoCycless evenn.”

Savochkin speaks up from behind Oliver, pulling out a Legion PDA, “see your tag there…Pri?”

In response, the alien extracts an orange ID tag hanging from a cord around its neck, there’s a little retractable line on the end of the neck loop and the Felline extends it out to Savochkin, the tag’s loop over one of its black claws.

Savochkin glances at it, scans it, and lets it flick back on its retractable cord.  He gives Oliver a little nod, presumably to indicate the name given and the one on the tag are the same.