It would be easy to get mad over that and, for a second or two, it looks like Childermass might actually go that way, with how his brow furrows, but it's not as if he can undo her knowing. Her or Rita or Yuya or Cole, it's all too late for that. That means he only sighs and goes back to searching for a replacement shirt.

He'll find it, one of the looser, long-sleeved varieties closer to what he'd been wearing before. It's also obnoxiously a red color but he'll just have to live with that.

"He would... I shouldn't be surprised that he would tell you," Childermass will just sigh and resign himself to this fact, then get on with pulling the shirt on, having to fuss with the sleeves as they get snagged on talons and an abundance of feathers sticking out of his arms.