Servos had debated on what would be best worn and decided a normal business suite would look rather ridiculous out in the tropics of the jungle. Instead he had elected to throw black cargo pants, a dark under shirt, and a dark red trench coat on to make it clear he wasn't some random mercenary, but also wear something to help his presence. Long white hung from all angels almost hiding the dark brown eyes lurking beneath. His very strut and stance suggested he believed very high of himself and had a huge ego to go with it. As he walked across the ships deck he turned his Mr. White, "I trust you've provided only the best of entertainment," he said in a bored voice.  "I'll be rather disappointed if they break to easily," he said turning to regard his "employer".