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[ It took Harry some time to decide what sort of first impression to make upon the community of the Moira, weighing the options of being well open about things or to put up a smokescreen. He chooses the latter because it's easier to learn things this way. Text also obscures tone, something he prefers. ]

I find myself rather out of my depth in this situation. Space is certainly not my forte in the slightest, unless there are aliens in need of a well tailored suit. Most of my experience with space ships has been through peripheral experience with science fiction.

My name is Harry Hart, I work as a tailor in London. Or I did previous to making my unexpected trip through the Ingress.

It seems that my lot aboard ship is to continue this work. I've been given equipment and fabric in order to better upkeep the uniforms we have all been given. If you arrange an appointment I would be glad to assist in making sure that, should your uniform be ill fit, your issue is corrected to the best of my ability.

I would like to note that my experience has thus far been exclusively with humans. If there are people of... different species aboard I would be glad to work with you to ensure the best possible outcome.

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Whatever. I'm just saying, it seems like a pain to have to make and repair new ones all the time. I almost feel sorry for you.

Provided they are produced with care, an article of clothing can last quite a long time. As such I don't believe your pity is required.

Yeah? You're getting it whether you want it or not! So HAH!

That seems like a waste of mental resources on your part, especially since I don't particularly care. Though if you need your uniform altered I would be glad to assist you.

My uniform fits perfectly because I project it myself, so no. I don't need you to assist me.

[ Behind her screen, she's definitely throwing a temper tantrum over her failed attempts to get a rise out of this guy. ]

In that case I bid you a lovely day.