"Rimmer. It's people. If they're flesh and blood, it's people. Humans. An' look! There are aliens. Or somethin' like aliens, I don't know. But whatever they are, they're here. And this is a ship faster than a Vespa on a lunch hour motorway. Where's your sense of wonder, man?"

Then he made up his mind. "Come on. We need to find someone with authority, someone to talk to. Notice anyone with more little shiny buttons on their collars than the others?" Lister tapped his neck, eyeing the uniforms and figuring that was what those meant. That or there was an odd little fashion trend among the crew.