[//Private to SAMM\\] Uhh... SAMM. The fact I got all my clothes was awesome. I mean, it's amazing how you fit it all in there! ANyway, Can I get my Nicky Clarkes ... uhh, they're my straighteners, if you didn't know being a robot and all, and they're hottest you can get!
...and my hairspray whilst your at it?
[Vince is laid out on one of the decks, but he's covered himself over with shades... or he made the bots do it would be a more accurate way of putting it. If you see his feed, and mistake him for a woman at first due to the very feminine hourglass-shaped skinny body and hip shape that's being displayed because he's put the communicator down whilst he's drinking his drink, he wouldn't blame you. After all, he was always being mistaken as "Howard's wife" back home.
And it's not like he doesn't dress to play up his androgenous appearance. Over his hips, you'll see a sarong tied, and it's tie-dyed pink and blue, purple being where the two colours met. And, just to add to it (and because he can't do anything plain), it's got silver thread weaved in that glitters in the light.
After the sound of slurping stops as he finishes his drink, a voice can be heard though speakers, that could be used as an indication that this might not be as accidental as it seems which it's not, but then... Vince has no brain to mouth filter, and what ever he's thinking at the time, he will verbalise. Which leads to him speaking his thoughts aloud.
But feel free to answer him either way.]
So, if the sun's fake, does that mean it will still fry me to a crisp? Sun Damgae isn't good for the skin, and I haven't got my sunscreen. I won't be the 'Vampire of Shoreditch' if I get burnt... or even worse, a tan! [You know... all the things that matter when you've been kidnapped by a robot.]