At most any other time, Hal would have found something to raise over his head to shield him from the rain and keep his fur dry. Aside from swimming or bathing, Hal hated being wet, as did most Nehantites. But today was a day outside of the Citadel. Outside of its walls, and free from the transparisteel roofed "open" spaces. For the first time in over a year, he felt rain - real rain, falling upon his head, and he stood momentarily, just drinking in the sensation of hard, fat, cold raindrops pelting against his headfur and face, seeping in down to the skin, spiking his short fur almost immediately. He could feel it wet his clothing, weighing it down just that little bit, and it was a welcome weight. Were he on his own, he would have let himself become soaked to the bone.

Instead he could only savor a moment before taking Jeryd inside. True to the young man's assessment, there was no food to be had here, only second, perhaps third-hand clothing and gear. His nostrils twitched and fidgeted, taking in scents and smells more fully than Jeryd's human olfactory senses could, and he knew he was in the right place.

Stepping forward, he began to inspect the racks, fingers filtering through hanging garments as he eyed them up. "Well, can't get mustard or burger sauce on those crisp, clean, eye-catching Cadet whites, can we?" he replied. "Have you never heard of... dressing for dinner?"

Hal let the question hang in the air like yet another well-worn jacket, seeing if Jeryd would pick it up. When there was a bit more silence, he added. "After all, an Imperial Knight and a Cadet showing up to try and secure off-world passage from some underground group? That'd go over well, right? I mean, look at the speeder we got, vs. the usual stuff they assign out."