[ Unlike certain other members of his crew currently present, Ensign Harry Kim has not shed his gold-topped operations uniform. It's on, neat and crisp, his combadge perfectly positioned - straight and gleaming - and the one pip just where it should be on the grey collar underneath his jacket. He's the perfect picture of a model Starfleet officer. He's not drinking in the local culture just yet, opting instead to thoroughly examine his surroundings. Hey, he didn't ace quantum theory on the entrance exams for nothing. ]
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