The scrubs were truly hideous. Inara's envy was one Lucrezia understood and had shared. Witnessing Queenie in something other than the hideous clothes they arrived with had frustrated her. It wouldn't be long before Inara received a gift of her own. The Observers seemed to enjoy lulling the newly arrived into a false sense of contentment, even if it was in small ways.

"The village isn't large enough that you can be lost in a crowd." It was nothing like Rome or even Giovanni's palazzo. It was small and humble, something she never thought she would live. "The newly arrived all have a similar look. The sort where you cannot believe where you are and desperately hoping it is a dream."

She grinned, tipping her head. "Of course." Her eyes cast down to Inara's scrubs, then to her gown and finally to Inara's face. "I have a bit of fabric left, if you would like something else to wear?"