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Never had Alara Kitan actually believed she would grow tired of trying new headwear. But then again, she'd never really imagined how often she'd be required to play human as the head of security for Orville away missons.
"Surely, they've heard of Xelayans," she pressed as Clara wrapped yet another colorful scarf around her forehead and ears.
"Nope." Clara stood back, surveying her handiwork. "You look great." She raised two thumbs up hands in the air in front of her.
Alara sighed and faced the mirror. It tickled her ears and her temples were already sweating. But it was pretty.