Oh, where indeed.

[Emet-Selch watches, his gaze taking in the ears. Were he still a denizen of those halcyon before-times, he might think her a familiar created by one his colleagues, but he's since witnessed any number of furred, tailed, and scaled humanoid creatures for her appearance to seem perfectly redundant to him. Her clothes, meanwhile, hearken to the aesthetics favored by the peoples of Kugane.]

[He feigns concern here, looking surprised and a little taken aback by her findings. It's certainly no skin off of his nose if his choice in clothes seem antiquated and unstylish, but in a place such as this, there's equally no harm in learning to blend in. (At least, in as much as such a thing is possible when there's little uniformity to be found.)]

The colors and the design, you say? My, what an unexpectedly scathing review. Mayhap, in your wisdom and humility, you would care to suggest a more optimal color palette?

[Though, she isn't entirely wrong on one count. Guilty as charged, he supposes. He never claimed to think himself less; far from it, in fact.]