Ronin Cartalli scratched his nose impatiently. “Time is money” as the old Coruscant adage went, and right now this di’kut was wasting his. Not that he had a choice in the matter. This was the reason he was on this gods forsaken moon. The delivery was made, and it was time to collect. And if Wann felt the urge to make him wait, there was nothing Ronin could do about it, but be annoyed. So he would do that to its fullest extent.