[D] It wasn’t often when Cassidy actually had time to go shopping, especially since money was near nonexistent in the Federation but regardless, she found herself in the retail outlets. Mostly run by Ferengi, Bajoran and Cardassian vendors, the shops here were varied and numerous. He one in particular she was interested was an old-fashioned tailor run by a very young Bajoran woman, who was no older than 20. The shop included suits and ties from the 20th and 21st centuries, custom made on the spot with automated sewing machines. Cass had always wanted to dress up with Xenon, but the Borg Lt. Cmdr was still having a hard time understanding human traditions and behavior, so she often declined the offer. “Guess it’s better late than never, hmm?” Cassidy muttered to herself and stepped inside. About an hour later, Cassidy emerged from the tailor with a snappy black 3-piece suit with the shirt unbuttoned a little bit, and she left to go socialize. That was the whole point of this trip was, right?