Twenty-seven degrees outside? Definitely on the upper end of what Damien was used to back home, with temperatures generally being much cooler this time of year or ice cold given conditions aboard stations. But at least it was a simple enough problem to remedy. Deftly, he removed the jacket component of his outfit and flipped it over his right shoulder for the moment. A shirt underneath, also black but with much more room to breathe minus the jacket, could then have its sleeves rolled up. Once done, Damien then kept his jacket draped in half over his left hand and sought to link up with his partner before leaving. Happy to at least still retain the symbol mounted at the neck of his shirt even with the loss of the jacket.
His entry to the bridge revealed one more detail, that being an extremely subtle pattern to the jacket which at least for the moment was not easy to recognize, seeming to shift just out of prominence just when the eyes were beginning to focus. Maybe this was Stace's way of torturing people that stared too long, or a means to ensure that people did. Obvious differences aside, these little details made it seem like he really was part of the family and his confidence coupled with a complete lack of apprehension.
"Shall we?" Offering his hand, more for his own reassurance in venturing out together than anything else.
