Dan Solo cringed in his seat - If the Syrius Cybernetics Corporation were singing their company jingle it was time to move along. They were always out of tune.
As he headed past the bouncers towards the door, he violently collided with a man of medium build. The strange thing was that Solo had not even noticed him stood in the way. As he was picking himself up off the floor, the man bent down to assist, and his suit nametag, Tinman flashed through Dan's forebrain. For a man who was in no way bulky, he seemed deceptively strong and solid. In fact, he almost lifted Solo off his feet in his attempt to be helpful. This man was somehow not what he seemed to be, thought Solo!
Inman spoke - "I see that you are leaving, sir. Perhaps I could accompany you!"
Normally, if a strange man in a bar had made such a suggestion, Solo would have told him to blow up a possum, but he was intrigued that somebody so solid could seem so insubstantial. "Sure," he said, "tag along"