[His thoughts are far more occupied with breakfast, coffee, and the odd memory of having to at least pretend to know what he was doing while cleaning a kitchen for the sake of a job. The supplies here were different, but something that looks much like soap for all that it smelled of lemons and citrus was exactly what they needed. He sets it out with the rags and pulls a tie from his pocket, binding back his hair entirely.]

It is fortunate I am not overly attached to these clothes. I honestly do not see getting through this without mussing them to some degree.