Zanki wears jeans, a black t-shirt, and a light jacket. Nondescript, and forgettable, as is always the intention. He's warm enough, though the air is chill.

He makes a wryly sympathetic face. "I'd thought I'd just left a friend in the hospital, but no matter how much I tried to retrace my steps, that didn't work, either. Were you here with your friend?"