NARRATOR: Aboard the Cynthetic Certainty...
PERI: The Captain said he's not mad, but I have to be in a briefing in five minutes.
OHNDO: Relax, honey. You've got this.
PERI: With Tagon, the Commodore, and the other two captains.
OHNDO: Endroo! Get Peri's tabard and topcloak.
PERI: What are you doing?
OHNDO: Sending my lover to work dressed like a proper Fobott'r officer.
PERI: I'm not an officer.
OHNDO: Mmm-hmm.
And how many of the senior officers are not humans?
PERI: Well, there's Ebbirnoth, and, ummm...
OHNDO: Exactly. This is an opportunity for our little clan to change that.
PERI: Why me? Andy's been here longer than any of the rest of us.
ANDY: The command staff takes me for granted. You're still new.
OHNDO: New, and fierce, and qualified.
unknown Fobott'r: Ohndo is right. You can stand out.
PERI: I don't want to stand out. I want to hide.
TANDERSIL: No hiding. But let's slick your crest down. Make you less... tall.
PERI: What's wrong with tall?
OHNDO: That room will be full of short humans.
You should be imposing, but not threatening.
ANDY: Striking, but not garish.
TANDERSIL: Gripping, but not grabby.
TAGON: Rushing into battle without your uniform again?
PERI: "Irony, but not nudity."