"Aye lad, older sure. A swim in vacuum wifout 'yon suit, an' a week or so bein' ministered to by th' right Doc Holliday'll do tha' to a mon. An' sure"
He smiles warmly, and continues. "Still an' all, time an' torture dinnae make me less sharp..."
He pokes the fellow on the armored shoulder with a sly grin. "Mr. Dangen is it now? Seems last I saw o' ye were somewhere's near Malta, an' ye had anovver name."
"An before ye go thinkin' Im psychic, ye should know that nuthin' an' Oi mean nuthin' escapes me notice 'ere on Invergordon."
As Finn makes to head for the bar and a pint, he beckons the gentleman to follow him. "Firstly, Oi were recently named Adjudicator Inverness, akin' ter bein' a Governor. Ye entered my house at th' Jumphole."
"An' secondly, the Dockmaster's on me own payroll, Oi arsked wha' name ye docked under."
"Aye, an' thirdly? Oi never forgets a friend. Drinks on th' hoose tonight, boyo."