Ryo-Ohki darted under Washu's floating onsen, the tiny jewel
on her forehead glowing, sending a signal to the irrational bath. As
Trakal ran under the drainage spout, the contents of the entire onsen
came pouring out on him.
 Tenchi gulped. Trakal was still fairly new and no one had really
gotten used to him. Especially not Tenchi. The girls were easy to
adjust to. They had their quirks, but all of them at least looked
human... well except Ryo-Ohki, so in their case it was like "oh,
you're from another planet? How nice. I'm glad to meet you."
 But Trakal not only wasn't human, he didn't *look* human. He had an
appearance that said "Yeah... I'm an alien. You wanna make something
of it?".  He'd worn a mask in 1970, but only because he didn't want to
mess up the timeline, and because his work as an operative required
him to do so. But now, amongst people he knew and trusted,
particularly Tanaka, a girl from 1970 who'd fallen in love with him,
Trakal rarely wore the mask, reserving it for 'special' occasions.