If Bel hadn't been fairly sure Sam was human, the circuits would have been more disconcerting. As it is... well, they already knew there was more to the young man than met the eye.

"Oh, it's gone." With a pointedly serene look, Bel strips off the last remaining layers, drops the garments into the pile and straightens again, entirely at ease. While not as young as they'd been once (despite good Betan genetics), the mercenary has kept in shape, slim and toned and aware of looking good. "That suit of yours have its own decontaminant protocol?"