[@kagethekiller]
Mason listened as Chess spoke, almost flinching at the guess of his home-grid. Was he making a statement? Did Mason just dress like a farmboy? "Uh... yeah, Till..." He said. He shrugged at the second comment. "I mean... we're farmers... I know plenty of people who grow things besides crops, if you know what I mean..." 

He shifted on either feet. "So... see you at dinner?" He guessed. He waved his hand in farewell and let the door close between the two of them. He pressed his palm to his forehead - slick job on the greetings. He turned and looked around his room. His eyes wandered to the uniform that was still folded on the bed. He quickly changed into the shorts, shirt and hood. He left the hood and mask hanging on his neck... it seemed kind of weird to wear it... 

He noticed his pants looked like someone had simply spray painted his thighs navy blue... He opted to open his oversized duffle bag and produced a pair of fitting, black cargo pants. He slid the pants over the shorts and tucked the ankles into his black boots. Lacing them comfortably, he stood fully and felt a little more comfortable. He didn't understand why the uniform was so... tight. He cracked his neck, sat down, and occupied himself with his thoughts before dinner came.