"You know, I always thought if I were to ambush someone, I'd wear something fabulous," Jack said, his voice slightly distant as he looked around the ship, a thoughtful little smile on his face as his hand sort of drifted over buttons and wires and he was generally inquisitive, "If only because I'd want to add that extra 'Wow!' to it all. 'Goodness, I was just ambushed by that man,' they'd say, 'And my, didn't he look fabulous!'" And odd thought, but then again, he was in a space ship. Jack felt justified.