"Ow." He jabbed a sharp finger into Captain's shoulder for that slap in a futile attempt to remind Captain that pain actually existed in the real world. His expression soured further at the mission.

"I'm meant to be up on the flight deck in an hour." He groused, before his lips curled up in a sneaky smirk. He'd spotted a way he might be able to work this stupid mission in his favour. He let his anger go in order to wheedle.

"But Captain, do you really want your emissary to be running about in socks? No one's going to want to be your subject if they think you don't even let us have shoes." Had he consciously remembered about his lack of a mask, he might have been able to keep his face from giving him away.