"Neutral, but if they're given a choice between siding with you or Doom-Lobster over there, they'll pick Crusty. Lagos can take you to the planet, hopefully. If not, you'll have to make other arrangements."

Atton's image flickers a little.

"He's shorter than me ..." Static starts to block more and more of what he's saying. "... hair ... wears a lot of ... you'll find him in the ... or the ... hopefully. If you can't find him ... ot ... venient ... atic."

He fiddles about with something, becoming momentarily clearer.

"If you get down to the planet, I can find you. Keep as low a profile as you can, and stick together, both of you. Force be with you both." The image fizzles out.