"The paper gowns! Don't remind me! I felt like a wrapped salami!" He doesn't mind the avoidance of questioning his shirt. He's more than happy to bitch about the fashion with someone who actually seems to have some taste.

"Well, whoever they are, they should be ashamed of themselves. To imagine, creating something worse than tweed." He grumps and nods along with the suggestion that it's to shame them all.

"They tend to forget that some of us rather don't mind it." He's a case in point. "But I would rather have my cloths. I am sure they'll be all wrinkled when I get them back. Then I'll have to go buy new. You have no idea how hard it is to find a proper waistcoat in this place."