"Yes, you might've dealt with Kar Tesh, congrats. You haven't dealt with me. Or you would know that I would NEVER expose myself to danger without benefit." Samuel makes no further signs of aggression but places his hands behind his back. Ozen however feels a stab in the back of his neck, then another, then another... "I suggest you leave and make sure Ferhvan does a full bloodwork on you. After all most things here feed on infected, it would be ironic to be exposed to a virus because you mistook me for KarTesh."
"As for changing the clothes..." Samuel touches a few buttons and Ozen's own voice is heard from the suit's comms. "He suggests some level 5 biohazard suits to be worn, non-tech ones just to be on the safe side. O and your tech won't work so if got magic bring it along. I can give out some goodies as well. Anything from the ship can be requested." Samuel mockingly salutes "Here I am completely fulfilling precise orders of my XO, more than lvl 5 biohazard suit capable of working without tech as ordered by Old Man. If there were some extra requirements I did not get them...Sir."
OOC: Sam's CMD is 27, his flat-footed CMD is 22, so the second roll result would also miss but I hate retcons. Let mighty Ozen have that one.