Shelton checked out the restroom connected to the laboratory. "Looks good," he said. "Nothing resembling a razor, though."
"I can do it," said Hans, twirling his knife.
Shelton's face paled. "That's okay, Hans. Really--"
"What are you afraid of? This was how we shaved when we were holed in caves in the Nevadan desert. You saw I had no facial hair at Pelvanida."
"Well, okay..."
Shelton and Hans exited into the bathroom, spare uniform folded on Shelton's arm. Ten minutes later, Hans and someone unrecognizable from Dr. Shelton came out.
The grey uniform fit well, and without the ash and unkempt beard, Shelton looked totally different. The sunglasses completed the picture.
"Great," said Shelton, reading the printout from the computer. "I've got until I reach Lab 101 to memorize everything on this page." He looked up. "You guys coming with, or are you gonna provide outside back up?"