"Well, it weren't a Terran church so you don't gotta worry about it." He chuckles about that, but he wouldn't doubt such a thing existed.

"You know what? You oughta make friends with some of the train girls and let them dress ya up. You know you ain't bad. It ain't about how you dress or whatever. I mean, you might be happy in that. I like what I'm wearin' best." His burgandy leather uniform usually hit exactly the spot that he needed it to. It reminded him that he was free.

"But it don't sound like you had much chances to choose for yourself. I don't think I was much younger than you when I was turnt loose. I know just havin' people help me find my feet pushed me along." And it seemed like there was plenty of people who might.