...Seabourne. Scotty noticed for the first time the eccentricities of Seabourne's uniform. Having seen the "real thing" on the backs of those fleeing the ship, Seabourne's outfit looked more like a bad cosplay than a proper get up. The green was slightly the wrong shade of emerald. The guilding was not golden threat but rather metallic permanent marker drawn on something that certainly wasn't the leather trim he saw on the other officers. They also didn't have two round objects stuffed under the tunic to puff out the chest, nor a snapped off mop on their heads.
"This was the best I could do at such short notice. I'm several shades of blonde and a few cups shy of Jessica, the virtual tour guide, but I hope I make up for that with zest! Both literal and metaphorical! That's double the cals!"
A small stain started to leak out of Seabourne's left temporary implant and the smell of citrus filled the air.
"Or is it only lemons that have zest? I think this was some sort of grapefruit."
He bent over and licked his tunic where the stain continued to spread.
Yup, definitely grapefruit. Seems our first stop will be in the direction of the infirmary as I'm terribly allergic to the stuff and we have about... 30 minutes to get there before my windpipe closes up to the point where I can no longer continue the tour. Shall we?"
