"Huh," Joker says, clearly catching at least some of the subtext. Thankfully, his military training has kept him from digging too deep for answers. He's a good lieutenant who follows order... to a point. For now, it works in Aberdeen's favor.

"So, just an FYI? You don't sound Scottish," he says, as he limps in the direction of his locker. "Were your parents just cruel, or did they meet there, or what?"

Once they're found the right location, he opens it up -- and oh, look. Stuff. He pulls out the standard jumpsuit, and another-- his uniform from the Normandy. Leg braces, a crutch.

The 'standard issue' jumpsuit is used like a towel, because you know what? Fuck that thing, he's not wearing it. Then it's a matter of layers. Under clothes, leg brace, uniform-- and then his ballcap. Then he has to extend his crutches. He's going to need them.