As that would be an unconscionably rude thing to ask about, despite intense curiosity, he's perfectly content to latch onto the other topic, because really!

"It is wretched. I've gone my entire life not once donning a t-shirt, or a paper gown for that matter. Now twice in the same day I've been forced to this ignominious treatment. Polycotton is lovely cotton mixed in with horrid polyester. They were responsible for that one. Not my side." He sniffs.

"They could have accomplished the same thing by giving us little placards to hold. We would also know more about one another from being able to see how we usually choose to dress. Clearly, all they truly want is to humiliate the lot of us. It's rather bad form." Another sniff.