Sulu began again, counting from twenty this time, because lord help him, he'd need all the patience he could get. He really couldn't blame either of them, though. He was pretty sure he wouldn't recognize himself, either, if he saw himself suddenly turned into... this. Not that this was really that bad, he just needed to get used to the community screwing him over once again.

The handcuffs, though. That was new. He lifted his arm up for a moment, ignoring the two of them to stare at the cuffs, which... didn't seem to have a keyhole. Oh, that was nice. "...Yeah, Ianto, I'm in Starfleet." He looked up at the other with a raised brow. "I'm Sulu. And this," he gestured to his general self, handcuffs included, "Is the community and that... Really isn't my uniform. Where did you get that?"