[For a second he's tempted to ask her how long she's been here, that she thinks she can still apply her ideas on how things are supposed to be to anything they encounter or have to do. He remembers the briefing, having to tell her she'd need to adapt then, too. But it seemed like she wasn't the type to learn the lesson easy. He sighs.]
People are only going to be staring at you if you keep yelling. [Which seemed likely. He turns to sit, start yanking his weird alien boots off.] We're all stripping down. Trust me, no one cares.
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People are only going to be staring at you if you keep yelling. [Which seemed likely. He turns to sit, start yanking his weird alien boots off.] We're all stripping down. Trust me, no one cares.