Ianto stood, walking with Sulu as the pair of them left the restaurant. "Yeah, alright. Honestly, just about anything sounds good to me," he said, sticking his hands in his jean pockets. "I'm glad that I don't stand out too much here, at least. I mean. Yeah, the accent, but. I'm glad that you all still dress the same way, if nothing else." They passed another person dressed in a Starfleet uniform, which gave Ianto pause for a moment. "...alright, mostly the same way. But it's not, like. I dunno. Two hundred years ago for me, women were still in corsets and hoop skirts, and men had handlebar mustaches and cravats and the likes..."