Gallan closed his eyes and awaited something to pop into his head to talk about. He could tell conversation was going to be sparse on this journey, and who knew how long this adventure would last. He suddenly thought to ask if the girl had ever been exposed to any modern music during her time at the lab and his eyes shot open. Unfortunately, they shot open to the single thing that could have rendered Gallan speechless. What Gallan's commanding officers would have given to see his stuttering, utterly dumbstruck face right now. His face grew red and he turned around at the speed of thought. His brow furrowed as he struggled to decide what to say.<br/><br/>"Raz. I realize you have no idea what you're doing, but that... dress... is not very appropriate." He got up hastily and walked about the cabin as if the floor was being heated for a stew. He made it to her closet and looked downwards at his feet.<br/><br/>"You don't have anything else to wear... do you?" He seemed to be looking everywhere except at Raz. The walls, the floor, even the windshield just over her head. He was utterly at a loss. He typed his access code back into the closet panel and it opened his drawers. From the top shelf he retrieved a black tshirt with a white painted fist holding a red heart-shaped hand grenade. The "American Idiot" album cover of an ancient earth band. From the next drawer he gripped the only pair of pants he knew would fit her. A pair of flight-pants he had misread as Bandalor numbers instead of human sizes. They were three sizes too small, and probably fit about like leggings on his female friend. The shirt, of course, would be three sizes too large on Raz. He sulked back acrossed the room with the clothes in hand, and handed them to her still refusing to meet her blank gaze she seemed to always wear.<br/><br/>"Put these on. That's an order." He only realized, probably too late, she would carry out the orders immediately without a second thought. He hastily turned around and almost shook with embarrassment. How a girl no higher than Gallan's shoulder could bring him proverbially to his knees was beyond anyone.