<em>Like I would miss a chance for one of my mates to show off. And I can stand. Sitting actually feels unnatural now. Too much time around mission tables, on lines, desperately fleeing to the last evac-pod or transports.</em><br/><br/>Then he laughs.<em>Not really, but I figured my bard and spy mistress would love having that detail for her stories. Oh, and have a couple gifts for you after your show.</em><br/><br/>He made his way to the VIP entrance, slipping into his body glove, vest, and beret, with the usual color scheme. Might as well get people aware of it, before the rest of the squads dropped in later.