Fashion

Repairing the water reprocessing system at the settler colony had taken its toll on her protective clothing, and she was conscious of the stares her dishevelled clothing was attracting. "Any of you dare wolf-whistle at me," she whispered to herself, "and I'll smack you silly with my sonic-monkey-wrench."

As the xeno-botanist interpreted the readings on her tricorder she couldn't help but smirk to herself, "it's life, Kim, but not as we know it!"

I told you not to look down. Pull yourself together, stop procrastinating and pass me the grappling hook launcher. We've got a long way to climb before we reach the entrance to the fortress' ventilation ducts.