<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Diane plucked at her plain jumpsuit with a sigh. Formal her ass, the closest she had to a uniform currently had a plasma hole in the back, as much as the armour would be reassuring otherwise. A few minutes cajoling and tickling one of the crew got Diane a floral scarf and a pale sarong to make her look slightly less like someone in their pajamas. Once they'd docked and she'd changed, the pilot had lounged, polishing the lens on her palm as she waited for the others to dress up. Or down. A mixture of humour and dread at what Fio intended to wear jumbled in Diane's stomach.<br/><br/>Diane poured into the chair next to Fio, looking over the Wrack aide with a face of tired sympathy. "Even better, we'll try to be polite." She quipped drily. "We thank you for your restraint." Flexing her prosthetics fingers, she tapped on the table curiously.