Things seemed to be going a little too easily for Felix as he strode down the corridors and deeper into the ship. The crew seemed too busy preparing for their upcoming mission to stop and query the stranger wandering amongst them, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before a security patrol spotted him and started asking uncomfortable questions. Stopping for a moment he consulted a nearby terminal, bringing up the ship's directory before quickly heading off towards the transport tubes and the crew quarters.

Stepping onto the deck Felix adopted the casual gait of someone who belonged where they were, rather than skulking like someone trying to sneak around, and with purposeful steps made his way towards one of the nearby cabins. Slipping his data-spike out of his wrist he slipped it into the panel beside the sealed door and a moment later the entrance opened in front of him. Making his way inside Felix resealed the door behind him and relaxed. He should have a few moments out of sight here to do what needed to be done.

Concentrating he brought up the recordings from his optical implant, specifically the observations he'd made of the crew's uniforms and dress code. Quickly forming a 3D model in his mind he downloaded the information to his suit, which began to swirl around him as it reconfigured to the new design. Less than a minute later he stepped back out into the corridor, now dressed it what appeared to be a standard-issue uniform of non-commissioned crewman.

With a satisfied grin he tugged at the sleeve, making sure the cuff was properly set around his wrist, before heading back towards the transport tube. Time to introduce himself to his new shipmates, and find himself some chow.