It was getting easier to get used to the strange and bizzare of Airey Flamsteed and his lessons. Goodness sake, he'd shared a lesson last year with the man. Spiking oreo cookies with werewolf transfiguring properites. A right deal of fun.

Somehow though, the fanny packs, or bum bags or whatever one wanted to call them, was not exuding such a vibe. Indeed, Sabel had to agree with several of the rather put-off expressions as he entered the classroom. The items on the Professor's desk got a double take. Were those what he thought....surely not.

Then again, maybe so.

Moving up to the front of the class, and nodding at the few students in the room, Sabel picked up a pack, hooked it around two fingers and let it dangle there as he preformed the Vulcan salute with the same hand. "Admiral Airey, dare I even ask which warp core you had to use to find these?"