"A reason to wear a freshly looted pretty dress? That's what the after-looting-and-getting-away-with-it parties are for. Just gotta do the looting first."<br/><br/>He looks round. "So, we've got a goal and a target selected, a course plotted; the deck's clear of tapirs; there's crew itching to go and blow things up and if all that weren't omens enough for the times to come..." He paused for effect gesturing slowly around until his outstretched hand stopped, pointing at one person in particular. "... Red has got dressed!"<br/><br/>He looked thoughtful, scratched his head and called out to the sky, "Ahoy whoever's switched my crew with Martian dopplegangers, I'm on to you. The way they're acting all competent is a dead give-away." Then  he burst out laughing for a moment before clapping his hands loudly and shouting, "<strong>Well come on then.  Jump to it. Let's get this ship moving</strong>."