Bill's rapid-fire life synopsis had certainly broken any pretense of calm his body claimed to have left, but as he continued to breath heavily, inside his mind flowed a peaceful self-dialogue.
Mandalorian Mercenaries. Which iiiiisss... right, those guys who fly around with MM in their transponders. The really, really, good mercs, right? Their boss is a William Bishop too? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. OHHHHHHH.
Suddenly, it all made sense. This wasn't about his Hawaiian shirt after all.
"Yes, ma'am, I've heard of them! Never met one. Their boss has the same name as me?"
