[Rather than the scrubs, it's the hat that catches Clarke's attention from her vantage point. Once X'rhun is beside her, she turns her head up, catching a glimpse of the hat itself just before she shakes her head with a smile. It's true that no one could dream of sleeping here, but she supposes that's part of the appeal. Going so long that you don't have any inclination to stop. Or having an excuse to fall into that in the first place.]

To tell you the truth, I can't help but wonder if half the appeal is appreciating silence when this is all over. [She catches the eye of a bartender and asks for a bottle of water just before she turns toward X'rhun more fully, about to ask a question—

—only for the rest of her observational skills to settle in, taking in the scrubs with the hat. She doesn't take a guess as to why the hat is there (Clarke doesn't tend to assume the presence of animal-like ears), but she's pleasantly surprised that he seems to be taking it well.

That's good. That's something.]

This is going to be a very strange follow up, but I'm guessing you don't remember much of your time before you ended up here? [She glances around at the merrymaking, indicating it as what she means.

If she's wrong, then maybe scrubs are in style.

That would be a big problem.]