Gallan eyed the device suspiciously when Raz opened her gift. He observed it as some sort of translator, but didn't comment when Raz asked what it was. She put it on, and seemed content enough with the results. Gallan spoke into his gauntlet after typing in a code to connect their devices.<br/><br/>"Do you read?"<br/><br/>After they were both satisfied he went back to piloting the ship. The coordinates were set, so they would arrive in just a few minutes. Gallan went to the wordrobe at the side of their housing unit and opened a droor. He took off his tattered combat shirt without even thinking about Raz being in the same room. After this thought crossed his mind he hesitated, a black tshirt in his hands. He hastily put it on.<br/><br/>When he turned back to her his chest bore a large mouth with red lips and an oversized tongue protruding from them. One would recognize it as the classic rolling stones album cover. Noone from this era, however.<br/><br/>"Like it?" He asked in Raz's direction. "It was some sort of symbol of rebellion in earth culture years ago, from what i've read. Groovy right?" He explained with a certain form of vigor he did not show during battle. "Um. Do you ever plan to sit down?" He asked at Raz, whom had not taken a seat admittedly since the two had met. Gallan took a seat at the pilot seat and patted the passenger side chair. He propped his feet up on the dashboard and put his hands behind his head looking very relaxed.<br/><br/>"This is the part after a mission we get to relax. You should take advantage of it. We'll get called out again soon. Even you can't go forever."