[Don't look now, Lore, but there is a puddle near you because of all this unscheduled rainfall. That in itself would be nothing to write home about, but perhaps seeing a Japanese boy of about sixteen years suddenly emerging head first from the very shallow surface until he stands upon it will be worth a note in some log.]
Ugh! Is this what passes for useful in this wretched form? I am...soggy. [The dark haired youth shakes water from his arm with disgust before a blue halo of energy crackles around him, drying his skin, hair, and clothes and a light layer of that energy remains in a sphere around him, blocking the drizzle. Who needs umbrellas? It takes a moment more before Yuuri's body turns to take in his full surroundings—android included.]
Why, Mr. Data. I was not expecting to see you here. [There is nothing of Yuuri left in the mannerisms, stance, or word selection even if it is his voice being used. Still if the commander were truly himself he might have been reminded of someone infinitely more...infinite with a much shorter name.] Are you slumming it too?