For obvious reasons, Baxter's "business casual" wardrobe was pretty limited for the most part, so after searching through what he had and finding a station guard who was willing to let him borrow a shirt for the night, he managed to dress himself up in black dress pants, a long-sleeved, dark red button-up shirt (which made him awfully warm in this kind of climate, but it was all he could manage; he just hoped the place had air conditioning), and a black leather belt, with the shirt tucked in so he didn't risk making a bad impression with his new crew. Unfortunately, all he could do for shoes was his regular old black tennis shoes, but hopefully nobody would notice that.<br/><br/>At about 1925 hours, he stepped outside and saw William already there and waiting for them. After taking a deep breath to calm his nerves (there was always the risk of looking like an idiot when going out with people you've just met), he stepped over to the bench and stood in front of it, figuring the others would be along soon. "Hello, sir. Is that Sam guy coming with us?" he asked curiously, wondering if maybe his mood had gotten better since they first met.