Regulus has gone rather quiet for now. He's managed to sit up enough to eat the pear, and still feels a bit stunned that he's sitting here eating a pear when a good part of his mind still insists he should be dead. The important thing was to try to decide what to do now. Which wasn't easy, as he'd done what he could to put his affairs in order, since he didn't expect to survive.

The reactions of most, when faced with evidence of Kuja's tastes in clothing, are to question how anyone could seriously wear things like that in public. Mikoto tries to find something reasonably practical amid garments that look like they could have belonged to a crossdressing Vegas stripper. She wonders for half a second if some of the less flamboyant skirts might fit her in a few years, before shoving them to the side... and going pale and still.

There's an outfit here, discarded in the corner almost as if to hide it. Armor, white fabric, torn and dented. A leaf is next to it, long since dried. Mikoto stares for a moment before pulling herself together and trying to find a robe or dressing gown that at least won't be too revealing until they can find some more suitable clothes for Regulus. "The Nexus Mall is one possibility," she says, voice carefully flat again, though with the hint that the flatness is a very thin veneer this time. "Clothes could have been fabricated or repaired on Terra, but I do not know if this location had the systems for that. It would have been redundant at the time. I could check the computer."