"Shouldn't people get changed before arriving?" Ai wondered, walking to the assembled meeting place and collapsing in as dignified fashion as possible until she was sat quite comfortably on the ground in her 'pilot suit'. There was no way around it: this was not, in fact, a pilot suit in any real definition. It was tight-fitting, but not tight enough, it had none of the fancy add-ons, and above all... it was made of processed cow flesh. It was a pilot suit in the same way that Ai's pyjamas were: they could be worn whilst piloting.