[From the sounds in the background, Pepper's apartment is hosting a party, and someone's either won or lost soundly at a card game. She herself is in her kitchen, judging by the backdrop, and is taking a moment to catch up on network messages while getting another round of snacks on the go. Taking in the general aura of beardliness, she dimples as she sends a reply.]

Judging by the delay in timestamps, I'm sure you've probably already gotten five offers for a haircut, and possibly one for a young chicken, considering the randomness of some of our shipmates, but if you still need help with the more, um, civilized facets of life here, I have a few contacts.