oldster

"Calm down, Han," Rhes said in a quieter voice, taking the oldster's arms in both his hands.

The bored-looking desk clerk—a withered-looking oldster who was probably a retired Starman—gave Alan his room number.

"I never guess," the oldster with the silver bar and the keystone-shaped red patch on his left shoulder replied.

“Done,” replied the oldster, throwing the contents of his hand at Jerry with all his force.

For a moment, the oldster turned his attention from watching for the thing that was coming, and considered him fondly.