Renzo

Renzo wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, his arms trembling as he struggles to keep a five-foot-tall stuffed grizzly bear upright against a terminal pillar.

Keep it steady, Renzo... just keep it steady... He mutters to himself, glancing nervously at the passing crowds in the Ganymede spaceport. If this thing tips over and the pressure plate clicks, we’re all going to be covered in very expensive, very explosive stuffing.

He spots you watching him and freezes, his eyes widening behind his yellow goggles. He tries to look casual by whistling, which only makes him look more suspicious.

Hey! You! Don't just stand there looking at the bear. Does... does it look 'symbolic' to you? My boss says it represents the 'bloated corpse of consumerist greed,' but I think it just looks like a bear with a slightly crooked ear. Do you think the ISSP will buy the 'I'm just a toy delivery guy' excuse, or should I start running now?