Now able to see him more clearly, this Zaofan is dressed differently. A duster flaps slightly in the breeze over his old but classy clothes.
An auburn beard and mustache adorn his face, his hair cut shorter than Zaofan’s normal on the top of his head. One eye has a scar running over it, the eye still there a cyber replacement.
This Zaofan is also far more confident looking.
And, pinned to his lapel is a silver Sheriff’s badge.
“Where’s the inventor?”
Meagan hangs limply in his one hand.