[You like the kimono? Law's head tilts very slightly as his fingers run over fabric. ... no... something else. Something he hasn't encountered in some time.

The fingers run a little farther down. Now where has he encountered that look?]

You're very welcome. [Shrugging on the coat as easily as he shrugged it off, wings flattening against his back, sword switching from one hand to the other easily.] It is. You can find the Welcome Center a little further down the plaza. [He pads over to the door and points to the building in question, graceful and soundless on his feet.] The clinic is on the opposite side. [He points to the other building.] They'll house and feed you until you can find a place to live.

Good luck, Mister Muraki. [You're going to need it.]

[Yes, they suit him to a degree. Black is his color. As is blue, yellow, and red.]