"The colors don't match."

As if there was anything wrong with that. Ankh had worn a number of items that did not match and were uncomfortable as hell just because he was told to by the managers. He shouldn't be acting like this was something to make fun of. It was almost like he needed to find fault with the guy, as if he had to be annoyed at him, and Ankh couldn't figure out why.

"Who are you?"