The distinct lack of hats was something that George had already noticed, and it didn't sit well with him. It just seemed wrong, to see men and woman wandering about in public with nothing on their heads. Indoors it was fine, men were meant to take their hats off once they entered a place anyway, the reason why George had his helmet tucked in one elbow, but in the street? It was almost as shocking as the very short skirts.
"If you think I might, I think I'll take a leap." He liked the hat, and it felt wrong not to have one. Even as a lad, he'd worn a cap when out and about.
"Oh. I'm terribly sorry. Constable George Crabtree of the Toronto Constabulary." Though, he supposed he wasn't that anymore. What was he here if not that?