Verity's sympathy is appreciated. "It wouldn't be so bad if it fit properly. You know, before this I had a properly-fitted set of leathers, carefully broken in over long weeks. I could even sleep in them comfortably. Now I'm getting pinched on all sides every time I move." He sighs, and has a gulp of sangria to ease the pain. It could be worse, of course. At least the uniform has a leather skirt and not, say, leather pants...

As for skeevers, he has to think a moment. "Skeevers are a sort of Northern rodent, about the same size as a dog- do you have rats? They're basically an uglier, skinnier kind of rat."