That was a good question, what did he think and did it even matter in the context? Her lack of an answer was ultimately as good as being given an answer, and that eventual conclusion which was reached in silence had been betrayed by a faint sense of amusement on his face. And later, when she voiced her concerns about how this workshop seemed to be ill suited for the manufacture of evening clothes, she was once again given no assurance that he wasn't here for such a thing. Instead, she'd eventually see for herself.
Passing through a pair of surprisingly ornate wooden doors that clashed with the barebones nature of the concrete wall it was set in, they appeared to be in a section of this secondary workshop where all the designs for the uniforms they just saw were cooked up. Every conceivable corner had a drawing board on it, failed sketches or even just redundant ideas which might prove useful in the future were strewn across several antique tables. Despite the interesting nature of their newfound surroundings, they had startled all the occupants of the room save for one fairly grizzled looking old man. Like the door set in concrete outside, his visibly tanned skin clashed with his pale white beard and hair, the former of the two seemed long enough to essentially be a chronicle of his life story. His almost bronze colored eyes surveyed his two impromptu guests, and just when he'd opened his mouth to reprimand their rude entry, he began to recognize who the man that just entered truly was. Almost immediately his mannerisms changed, more grandfatherly and perhaps even warm. "Usually you make it a point to send a functionary entrusted to convey your measurements and fetch the finished product on your behalf. Why the change?" It was a fair thing to ask considering the track record the lead tailor seemed to elucidate albeit only briefly. "I was just excited to see what you came up with, since this is the first time you've had legitimate resources to work with and a free hand in terms of design. Well, besides my insistent suggestions." This caused the old man to beam broadly as he walked towards an expansive wardrobe and fetched a travel case made of fine and genuine leather, the uniform contained snuggly within and arranged in a manner so as to avoid any creases that would not be flattering.
Though at this stage, and while inside said case, the actual contents and its quality was uncertain. "I think we struggled the most with the boots. Odd blend you asked for, but I feel we managed to marry rugged practicality and sense of style quite well. Let us know if any adjustments are needed." Morreti was well aware that while this little exchange was going on, that his companion was likely bursting at the seams with curiosity, so this was her chance to speak up.
