Zack gives the clothes a quick inspection, brows furrowing, before he finally shrugs and heads off for the dressing room. A bit of shuffling, some muttered curses - buttons, why did it have to be buttons? You should just pull your clothes on! - but after a few minutes, he steps out again, scuffing at his hair and looking kind of embarrassed.

"I feel like some Shinra bigwig." He doesn't usually like to complain, but come on. His experience with those guys aren't great. "Or a Turk. Does this get-up come with a nightstick?"