Though she was used to taking showers in company, and occasionally mixed company, Milenya generally did not prefer to be naked around a crew that was feeling celebratory.<br/><br/>Fortunately, she was Asari and didn't have a mass of hair to deal with. That meant she was out shortly after Taseer had left. Not that she was abandoning Kala, but she hadn't brought any clothes with her.<br/>She nodded to the XO as he stalked his way past her and dropped off her used shipsuit. It was a little awkward walking the corridors naked, but she made it to the tech lab without more than a few catcalls and suggestive remarks being thrown her way.<br/><br/>And after slipping on the bodysuit and short skirt she'd originally gone clubbing in, that fateful day on Omega, she headed back towards the crew quarters. It wasn't hard for her to catch Cantenelli's expression at the crew's antics, and the more formal approach he took with Shira'Va.<br/><br/>She'd seen both the crew and the command group in action, now. And it was clear to her they were two different cultures. One was loud, boisterous, a touch undisciplined. The other.. honestly more comfortable.. was the command group's sense of discipline. They might have been removed from their respective militaries, and become more relaxed about it, but they'd clearly retained a sense of structure and propriety.<br/><br/>Her oh so brief stint with basic military training had left her with the understanding that she'd never really fit in completely with a commando unit or even a regular city militia, but she still occasionally missed that sense of purpose and structure.<br/><br/>She braced herself, not quite coming to attention as Cantenelli's gaze swept across her briefly, nodding to the captain as he strode away towards the infirmary.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>