"It shouldn't be hard to get you a ba's uniform," Linyabel nods. "A map of the ships in question might not be available, but I can see if I'm wrong..." And with that she plucks the long black wand from her necklace - it detaches easily, revealing itself to have been tucked in a little collar on the chain. She spins it in her hand, pokes three points in the air, turns it around again, and - it projects something you might expect to see on a custom-programmed comconsole, but hovering stationary in the air on the plane she defined, even as the wand moves to jab at this and that and navigate her file trees.