When I emerged a few moments later, the big ork was standing in the middle of the living room staring out the picture windows, transfixed by the same view that had nailed me earlier. He was in mufti. He'd looked big enough in his tailored business suit. Now, the impression of overwhelming size was emphasized by the fact that he wore a Hawai'ian shirt—yes, those things were still in fashion, apparently—that made him look like a profusion of jungle flowers that had decided to take a stroll. On the couch near him were a couple of parcels.