Roger winced at the mention of SANDRA. "Bloody gnats with cameras, are what they are. I'll give 'em an interview right here," he said, flipping off an imaginary cameraman. "But little 'yoshi's right; we should get out of these freaking skin tight-ass uniforms and into something with a little flow," he said, demonstrating said flow, whatever in the world it was, with a hand coasting through the air. "Hell, I even brought a couple pairs of Nep native wear, for later. Got any ideas where we can change, Kikiyo? Dropping trou' right here, while disturbingly fitting for this organization, just ain't right."
He turned back to Datenshi, somewhat supporting himself on her shoulder as he snorted. "If it was real Nep style cooking, I've got all the reservation I need in my bank account. 'sides, I'll have that in a few days one way or another. And don't even get me started on that suit and tie bullshit. What, I gotta freakin' wear another uniform if I want to eat nice? Ramen's the way to go, lady. Hell, I ain't even eaten any and I know this." He took another swig of the flask. "And what the frick? A pillow store? What the frick do you do with a store full of pillows?"