Mikaal gave Jennie a thumbs up when he saw her in her costume. It looked good, even before the final fitting. He finished triple checking some safeties, and stopped to stare at Scott descending from the balcony. It had not yet become a problem, but he couldn't help but find his boss rather distracting. Particularly in that costume that left very little to the imagination, all things considered. Not for the first time, Mikaal found himself wondering if the costume had any built in padding to make Scott's rump look that pert and round.
"Uh." Mik began to say, flustered at the question, but he was interrupted by Oberon's call. He pursed his lips, studying Scott for a moment. He had the decency to blush when Scott turned back to look at him, but thankfully a little indigo darkening of his cheeks wasn't as obvious as a pink blush on fair skintones.
"Six foot one," he answered, his expression turning puzzled. "Why?"