[ Light blue dress shirt. White pants. All the swag. All of it.

Alas, for somebody who takes time to adjust his hair while running from alien zombies Evelyn's assessment does not encourage and sounds almost too consoling to reassure.

Philip bites down his disappointment, reminding himself firmly that he did not actually come here to wow anyone with his appearance.

...And that he can always change into something else later. He forces a smile. ]

If you hadn't called I'd probably still be changing. I almost did before coming down, but... it's a bit [ He tilts his head to glance at the sling accessorising his look involuntarily. ] tricky these days.

[ Somewhere during this observation he allows himself to take a seat, vowing to stay strong and respectable in the face of booze offerings. ]

I'll just have the tea, thanks. [ He clears his throat. ] With a little rum, if you have it.

[ ...Well. So much for that. ]