Geld shifted uncomfortably. Being in here made him think all kinds of claustrophobic thoughts; he couldn't even reach to the plastek handle of his gun for comfort. Fortunately Raphael consumed most of the Arbites' attention, leaving the desperado to slow pacing and looking like a trapped animal about to gnaw its paw off.<br/><br/>He tried to calm his nerves by going through the list of wanted persons. Probably someone he knew was in there; sometimes the list looked like a family reunion.