"Please, do not worry. It isn't as if I am particularly partial to this outfit."

Lal offers him a smile, placing what she assumes would be a comforting hand on his forearm instead of moving to shake the milk from her dress.

"It is you, Mr. Barclay. But not the same you. You seem older." She stops, realizing that might be interpreted badly. "I am sorry, I meant that you seem as if you have been displaced by Q. It was not a comment on your appearance."