The man casts a glance at Dinah's getup, but only in passing. In times like these, you wear what you've got. (Besides, the suppression field means that the human urge to reproduce, or at least simulate reproductive activity, has been dead for sixteen years. Certain social constructs, such as the concept of 'streetwalker', just aren't anywhere near the front of the psyche any more.)

"He made it out, then? He's alive?" asks the man, moving to get between Dinah and John. "There've been all kinds of rumors- did anyone else hear something scuttling just now?"