About Minya herself

First things first... I stood up and made my way to the replicator. "Computer, produce one standard command uniform... belay that," I said, re-thinking the matter. We were a long way from any starbase, and it might be months or years before we could resupply... I needed to be a little more frugal. "Computer, produce workout attire." The replicator hummed, and a sports bra and leggings materialized. I slipped the clothing on, then gestured to Minya, offering to allow her to use the replicator herself.

"I am unconcerned with modesty, Captainlance," she said placidly.

"Perhaps... but I would feel more comfortable if you were clothed for the moment," I insisted.

She shrugged, and came over to the panel. "Computer, please produce workout attire," she said, and a similar outfit to mine appeared in the slot. In this case, it didn't save much of our supply stores; her bra required at least three times the material of mine. She slipped it on, and turned to the window to check her reflection. "This is an interesting garment," she remarked. "I don't think I've ever worn anything quite like it. It's very... practical."

"I would imagine that most of your wardrobe was of a different nature," I remarked dryly, and then wished I could take it back; it sounded insulting even to my own ears.

"Yes, the clothing provided to me was meant to enhance more than conceal," she said nonchalantly. "I think... I like this. The garment I was provided with by Doctorakira was aesthetically unpleasing, I mean no disrespect. This is more suitable."

Enough small talk. It was time to get some important information from her.