The black visor of Fett’s helmet doesn’t budge at the man’s glare. He waits, patiently, as the man speaks, not turning to see the others’ reactions. He doesn’t have to; the 360-degree display in his helmet gives him a generous view of the grimaces and slumping shoulders of the other prisoners as one of their own is forced to order their compliance. As a means of demoralization, it’s satisfyingly effective.

Only once the man has delivered his injunction does Fett step back, helmet dipping in a caricature of courtesy. “Reasonable of you,” he says, without warmth. “Nobody needs to get hurt.”