Data is clad in sweeping black pants and a frilly white shirt, along with a wide-brimmed, dark pirate's cap bearing a skull-and-crossbones. "Ahoy thar, matey," he recites in what can only be described as a mechanical monotone. "I would be pleased to accompany you to your location," he adds, folding his hands behind his back and revealing that he's not in-fact stuck talking like a pirate; he'd just wanted to try it.