Exactly. But it's weird that it's so... one-size-fits-all. I mean, look at this place. It's almost like someone heard about what a clothing store is meant to look like, so they just threw literally every piece of clothing in here and called it a day.

[ It could just be a difference in society, though. Maybe this isn't a capitalist society and instead seeks to serve as much of the population as possible in a single location. But somehow, he doubts that a bunch of Bud Cubbies are the ones running this joint; they wouldn't be much in favour of this whole sordid kidnapping thing either.

Methodically, he takes down all of the papers from the wall and brightens once he spots a briefcase to stuff them all into. It's no briefcase-of-holding, and more's the pity for that, but he feels less naked with at least a briefcase to carry. ]

Okay. Let's roll! [ He stomps on the mat to have the automatic door slide open. Onwards and forwards! ]