"Oh, God, glitter," Danny said, and rolled her eyes. "I had a shipmate once who had like three kids who were all really into glitter, and he'd come back from every shore leave just fuckin' covered in the stuff. He called it the herpes of art supplies, 'cause once you got it, it isn't going away."

Danny took Nene's hand and shook once, firmly. "Danny. I'd believe suits. I do dress uniforms."