"It's the clothes," Brigitte explains with a sympathetic grin and a hapless wave of her hands to the scrubs that both she and Aqua are still wearing, the bright pop of magenta at the other woman's neck. Layers and long sleeves have gone a long way towards coping with the winter weather, but they don't have the full kind of wardrobes that people have accrued over months or years here.

"They are a work-in-progress, so. I've seen some people with these kinds of full, matching, well-fitting outfits I've never seen in the communal supplies. I don't know if they got them as a present or something, but those of us who arrived recently... we all look a bit the same."