Al grins as he settles himself into a chair, eyebrows raised at the stacks of books and papers.

"I've been running errands to earn some money," he explains. "I want to look into getting some smaller droids to use my soul-tranference power on. To use for scouting and the like." He stretches, grinning ruefully. "I've just overdone it, I think. My body's been in recovery for a long time, but I still can't push it as hard as I'd like to."