[He's already barefoot - boots have seemed entirely too much, lately. And he can move in the uniform, at least at the field service setting where he usually keeps it. He doesn't have a rug but he does have a few bolts of cloth crumpled in a crate from his short-lived experiments with quilting and piecework, and after a few minutes, he manages to dig one of them out and and bowl it across the widest empty space in the room. He has more than enough knives on him to slice off some of it, but it's unrolled over the floor, and that's good enough for now.]
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