[Turning around to glance at Jae-Ha, his eyes roam over what the other is presently wearing. It's different, not at all what he's used to seeing the other in. Kija himself is in his white robes. It's what he's both comfortable and familiar with, and as it is he doesn't have much else yet to actually change into.
. . . Somehow, though, the clothes Jae-Ha has chosen for himself help him blend in with the typical style he's seen so far. How is it that he's been able to find something of this 'time' so effortlessly? With a frown he glances back to the shirt within his claw.]
With this there would be no point to wearing a top at all.