"Clothing" is fine. At least I won't get in trouble fraternizing with anyone I shouldn't be as a lieutenant anymore.

[ angelo swirls the wine in his glass, and takes a thoughtful sip on it as he eyes the card again before putting it away. ]

I have a grocery list for this Augur, on top of working to leave this awful planet. Luckily there's nothing else in this stupid wasteland to busy ourselves with other than each other.