Aren chuckled as he watched his team laugh and drink and carry on, sipping his soda. Jalith was certainly a good fit with the rest of his team. As the buzzed woman reached across his lap, Aren blushed slightly, and pulled back into the overstuffed cushions of the sofa. He turned to Keira, craning his neck over the top of Shiz's head and flashed her a smile. "Don't worry about the uniform," he said reassuringly, "I know all about clothing malfunctions; these uniforms were designed with people half our size in mind."