Jean shrugged. It seemed a little silly to him too, but that was royalty for you... Well, the real ones, anyway.

"I'll look around, one orientation is done and I know where I'm going to be staying." He sighed, exhaling a long cloud of smoke. "And then if I'm lucky, I just have to figure out how I'm going to get hold of them. It's not like I know any owners of manufacturing companies here..."

He reached out and shook the proffered hand.

"Jean Otus."