Inric stares after Mina's retreating figure, then sits down with a sigh. "Maybe not today, then," he says to Copper, who has come to sit expectantly by the bed. Inric bends over and pulls out his shirt from the pile underneath. "What do you think, Copper? Does an appointment with the Elect warrant a change of clothes?" He smiles suddenly, as a memory comes. "Or would the old and scruffy look serve me better?"