It was a little heartbreaking to leave that beautiful sight, but with the direction her thoughts had turned, it was probably for the best. If she let herself get too far into her own head, there might never be any coming out again.

The pieces of the uniform were so similar in material and design to what the others wore that it was strange to think of wearing it herself. Strange and yet... right. She was part of the crew, after all - wasn't that what he kept reminding her of? Perhaps it was time she looked the part.

As he laid out the pieces, she stepped forward to carefully trace her fingertips along the smooth materials, appreciating the quality of construction. It was only at his urging though that she moved to get dressed, slipping out of the robe and setting it on the table before sliding on the undergarments (which were very much appreciated), followed by the leather-like outer pieces. He was right that it all felt a little stiff, but she could tell that it would loosen as he'd said when she bent down to tug on her boots.

Once everything was in place, she straightened up and looked at him hesitantly. "What do you think?" she asked, spreading her hands at her sides, a hint of worry in her voice.