Allura: For this mission, we’ll need someone to infiltrate the central hub by hiding in plain sight. Unfortunately, our faces are now common knowledge. I myself need to stay in the Castle to continue negotiations, so we sadly cannot shapeshift our way out of this problem.
Hunk: Ugh. I hate it when Plan S doesn’t work.
Allura: We must find a way into this hub. Does anybody have any idea how?
Coran: Princess… I think I may be able to do it.
Allura: Coran, are you sure? Your face is also exceedingly well-known… what kind of disguise would you even use?
Coran: The simplest one there is, of course! You want me to hide in plain sight, correct? Then there’s only one way to do this.
Lance: (cautiously weighs the razor in his hand) Coran… are you sure?
Coran, clutching onto his seat with a white-knuckled grip, tears in his eyes: Yes. Just, make it quick, please. For all our sakes.
Lance: (flips on electric razor’s switch) Godspeed, my friend.
Coran: (closes his eyes as the razor leers over his face)