*She looks the patch over when he draws attention to it. She had a feeling, and this confirms it: he's pretty much the last kind of person she'd want to see getting their hands on a PINpoint. Dimensional and temporal travel in the hands of someone running a mercenary company--it's too good a strategic advantage to pass up, inserting personnel anywhere, anywhen, making every supply line a single portal in length, backstopping cover identities by actually going back in time and filing the appropriate paperwork on the proper machines. Who wouldn't use an advantage like that?*

I'm a bounty hunter. Fully licensed in the Galactic Federation and several adjacent jurisdictions, threat class G. Rated for search-and-destroy, live capture, retrieval, delivery, escort, and recon.

*She taps her wrist, and a hologram projects from the back of her hand, a cloud of information the future looks on as equivalent to a driver's license.*