Ancient, he says, and that doesn't seem that odd in a place like the Nexus. Jim's understanding of textiles is advanced enough that he knows of synthetics, though, and that helps a lot more than the other way around. "One of the more common ones, though there are others. Rayon, nylon, and so on. They're woven plastic, so they all have that filmy slick sort of feeling on my skin. Silk is superior, but more expensive, and not terribly warm."

Matt gathers his cane, and uses it to clear the ground in front of him as he walks, a rhythmic tap-tap from side to side. Still, he moves with confidence, assured of his path to the door and outside of it. It's sunny, but getting cooler, and there's a faint scent of dying leaves on the wind. He pauses a moment, getting his bearings, and listening for familiar sounds. "There was a little outlet a few streets over from the main Plaza a few weeks ago that stocks cashmere sweaters and sleepwear. That'd be my best bet to start looking. It was this way, I think."