[Rimmer straightens out his uniform once he's on the ground, makes sure all the seams line up within two millimetres, the hem of his puffy coat between three and five centimetres from his natural waist. All right. All tiptop and in fighting form. Without the fighting.]

Suit up? [Rimmer brightens.] Does that mean I'm going to be promoted to a security officer? I do like the hats. Very manly. Never underestimate the effect of a good military beret, I always say. Like a good haircut, it's a signal to the enemy that this army is not to be trifled with. Like a brigade a Kingsnakes, flashing their bright colours.

[He thinks for a moment and a beret appears on his head. A blue, shimmery beret.]