Got 2B hairspray. It comes in a yellow bottle with a Grey diffuser. (Bresking character, I have giant spiky punk hair sometimes and thst is the real answer)

I am in a menial position making pointless negotiations on a station filled with assassins, saboteurs and fiends thst was built on a thrice failed fantasy by idealistic fools. I feel comfortable in my position...knowing how unenviable it must truly be.

I want to see the Centauri restored to its place of prominence and position among the stars. A vast empire of the stars spanning the known horizons of every planet's night sky. But for now, a strong drink and a day without the insipid interruptions and disturbances of my so called diplomatic duties to attend to every small wound the likes of Shakkar and his newfound Human and Membari friends may accost me with. But such is life in service

You must learn delight, respect, compassion. That for your actions to be pure they must proceed from direction, determination, patience, and strength. You must to learn how to live, how to breathe, how to fight, and how to die. And you must learn terror. How to use it... and how to face it.

No, I do not believe that anyone had to ask that