<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Diane grins a bit smugly as her suggestion is taken up, giving the First Officer a shrug. "Trust me, there are worse independent crews to be informing your captain. Or would you rather she insist all her crew wear leather chaps and oil up their chests?" She drank her tea quickly, still distracting herself from her nerves by checking over her hand. As she rose, her knees ached and she huffed out a wince of pain. "Hmm. Wonder what gravity they keep the ship at?" She mutters to herself, tossing her hair and slipping into place by Fio's side.<br/><br/>"Captain, do please provide your new friend with a range of materials. And not just ones that resemble or star yourself." Diane said, in the tone of a long suffering officer, but watching the Wracks from the corner of her eye for the reaction, smirking on the inside.