"You've got to make sure your priorities are correct," Reshad says, amused. One hand makes a flippant sort of gesture to the side: what else could they possibly be? There's an Andan joke there if one so much as scratches the surface.

"That's fine. It makes a claim of both your loyalty to the rebellion." The rebellion logo and its inexplicable feathers.

"All right. How about this: wear your jacket, one of your tanks or a new shirt we can have fabbed in your dimensions. Have a pin to match his, and... maybe a black hat, to match?" She eyes the disreputable object on Sasha's head as if expecting that specific instance to be required, for Naxorian reasons.