Fashionably late. That was all it was, right? If you showed up as a meeting started you were simply fashionably late. At least that was exactly what he would tell anyone who asked WHY he hadn't been one of the first butts into one of the first chairs at the first meeting of their... not first mission. That had become a lot of firsts. He was glad the last wasn't keeping in trend, it would have meant all kinds of time bending and they had gone through enough of that to last seven lifetimes already!<br/><br/>Makari grinned to himself as he stepped into the room. He let the smile fade away as he took in the faces of the assembled group. Fashionably late was one thing. Late and looking like the cat that just swallowed the canary whole? That was an entirely different thing, likely to get him some sort of court-martial, mandatory psych evaluation, or strange combination of the two. Especially since he had almost shown up in his GOLD uniform. The one he wore as second officer and OPS officer. That would have caused all manner of looks. He was second officer and Science now. Blue uniform. It went better with his eyes anyway. And he had to press the uniform since it had been so new... that was his second excuse if asked.<br/><br/>No one asked for any excuses as he sat though. For the moment he was safe. "Chief Science Officer reporting for meeting, sir," Makari said in a formal tone, one that danced on the edge of boredom but sat firmly in the good officer tones all the same. He was Risian, he was... well he was himself, he couldn't help it. And a quick glance around the room showed him he wasn't the last to arrive, he could afford to be bored, he was apparently EARLY after all..