Beverly laughs and glances down at her uniform. “Oh, these? No, no. They don’t seem to care much what we wear. This is simply the most practical thing, for me.” She looks over at Deanna more seriously now. “And for a long time my Starfleet uniform was the only thing I had from home, so I didn’t much like the idea of something happening to it.”

She walks on in silence for a moment, squinting against the glare of the sun. Now, of course, she has much more than a uniform: she has one of her best friends, and as selfish as it might be, Beverly’s glad Deanna is here. Her smile returns.

“Though I must say, it’s a shame you don’t have your Durango outfit. She’d fit right in here.”