Grinning, Sulu shrugged. "The company I've been keeping so far seems all right, I guess," he ribbed, adding after a moment, "And non-recycled air is a welcome change, even if the fossil fuel aroma is a little disorienting. Plus, civilian life. Like a shoreleave away from shoreleave." He laughed and tilted his head, "You should probably walk me out, though, so I don't somehow make a wrong turn and end up dismembered by a Weevil." Or Jack. He'd just let that be implied.
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