Grey has clothes. He's only just missing his parka, but really, that's all the clothes he's ever had. The idea of having more is foreign enough.

Grey pauses under the artificial light and turns so that this man - Cinna - can see his chest. He taps the word just under his right collarbone. Grey is written there in elaborate script. That's his name.

He looks at Cinna just for a moment. He's rarely seen someone so clean and unscarred up close. It almost hurts his eyes, his chest.

He turns back and starts moving again, gesturing for Cinna to follow.