Again, she had to deal with this mysterious substance land dwellers wore; this enigma known as "cloths". Why anyone would wear such things escaped Umiko's mind. In disgust, she reached toward the old clothing, which to her surprise, were much cleaner than Kiryu's. They also smelled slightly better. Slightly. It was a children's sized pink kimono, a floral pattern woven through it. Looking slightly simpler than the shirt, Umiko put on one sleeve, then the next. The kimono was in fact a bit loose on her. Unable to tie the sash, she allowed the remainder of the dress dragging on the ground, Umiko's midsection exposed.