One of the perks of rank is that, though Sasha has turned a brilliant wedding-dress red by acquiring too much information about cultural differences, she's in an office by herself and nobody can see her. You would think fucking modesty was a reasonable custom, and yet, somehow, it never gets mentioned.

She checks the definition of "non-human"; she'd like to think this means aliens, but in her experience it usually means ordinary people with shitty legal representation. Then she goes back to digging up information about fitness-tracker jewelry. She's interested in the software for the most common brands. She also looks for bars, brothels, or Lanterner gyms with an obvious military clientele; she's willing to spend a little bit of advertising money for more information on customer profiles.