"There's a...person," Noriko says, with a twist of her mouth because she can't actually tell if said person was male, female, or something else entirely. "Here, who's capable of doing them. Did mine about forty minutes ago."

She shakes her head to make all the little braids fall on the same side, and picks up a sample of black and yellow patterned fabric with splashes of grey and white. "I like yours, though, the cut looks good on you."