None of those three are people Moiré's actually had a conversation with, but the town's small enough that they know who some of them are. Mostly Basira. There's a few different people named John and they don't think they've met anyone named Hugo. They nod; that setup's fine with them.

"It's not my colour," says Moiré, who's dressed all in black, white, and grey and technically wearing no colours at all, "but I can accept that. Especially if it's just the jacket and not a whole outfit. As uniforms go, that's pretty loose."