A set of presentable clothes and a 'ticket' which equated to little more than what looked like a blank business card with otherwise arbitrary numbers in the bottom corner. The idea seemed silly to Kaite, but he didn't ask any questions when the clothes happened to fit. A simple oversight for most, but to Kaite it was a display of care enough to not have to fight with their attire the way that their greeter had to. The idea of a lack of order confused him, since he was often told fluff storied about the world being the way it was supposed to be, and most of the people he knew had scraped by with mostly baggy tatters to remind them of the better times...if they even existed.
However, her words completed the self defeating circle in a way that offered an answer to Kaite's confusion; numbers do not get special treatment, and she must [i]also[/i] be a number.

[color=8882be]Humans [i]love[/i] their goddamn numbers...[/color]

With the thought, the chimera rolled their shoulders, slightly. The consideration of the situation was making the laser-branded '073' on his left shoulder blade itch, probably knew Kaite was thinking about it. Supposedly that's how sneezing worked?
Regardless, he had so many questions, but most of them sounded silly in his head or he assumed others would ask...or everything would be explained and her invitation to ask questions was irrelevant to actual procedure. Still, it was a sensitive moment with every opportunity to look foolish if approached carelessly.

"Uhm..." Came the chirp of Kaite's voice from the crowd, a hand raising from the sea of heads, "Vaht iz your name?" authentic innocence lacing the syllables of the question with an underlying tone of skepticism.
[i][color=8882be]Nail'd it...[/color][/i]

In all honesty, it was a trick question to gage her response. Based on the information Kaite had gathered from the assumption that she was also a nameless number in the mix, he was genuinely curious what her mentality was in regards to her statement of personal irrelevance. It set the stage tense first impressions, or an admittance of hypocrisy on her behalf depending on how hard she believed what she was saying. Choosing to transcend the impressed belief through seniority would at least give Kaite a reason not to like her.
The swirling thoughts started to give him a headache which didn't help the situation in the slightest as he realized what he'd done and how he must look.