Damien had to give Ginga credit on being positive. Maybe a little over the top for his tastes on the whole anticipation part of seeing this... Amelia. Then again, he did not know the relationship of this two people nor the relationship of anyone on this ship. He never really made it a concern of his to know. Though, what was clear was the desire in the woman's eyes as she seemed to retreat in her own world for the moment, but that lasted for but a moment before she actually looked at him. "It's not that I will be fine, but mingling is not my thing. At best I will be in some corner of the room." Although, he did not respond to JD and the fact of the captain as he did not know if she was referring to him or not; if so, he did not believe he deserved a sort of spot light. He was not doing anything more than his assigned job. Of course, it was this time it was he who was lost in thought when Ginga grabbed a new uniform, gave it to him and pushed him into the nearby dressing room. He stumbled a bit and then the door closed behind him. Trapped... He figured he may as well. He slowly got his pudgy ass out of his jumpsuit uniform and then into the very stuffy uniform. After he was done, he emerged, although begrudgingly.