After the time spent training and on duty at SPD, the standard uniform was not something Syd would miss spotting. After all, hadn't she griped and complained and offered many alternatives to the bland uniform they used? Hadn't she spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, in the failed attempt to convince herself that yes, she did look fashionable in the ugly thing?
The look of the uniform was fully ingrained in her head for her to miss out on recognizing it from the corner of her eye.
Whipping around, she turned to see someone wearing an outfit similar to the uniform, except the jacket was tied around their waist and my God, that was just not at all style-conscious. Perhaps on a normal day, she would have recognized him just by the look of the uniform, but her muddled thoughts over the suddenness of the situation kept her from doing so. Yet, even with the seconds that passed, she did recognize the hair, the style of walk, the bright red of the shirt. Her mood perked up as she realized it was Jack that had just walked passed her.
And was moving really, really fast.
Rearranging the bags as much as possible, though they were hopelessly tangled around each other at this point, Syd started hurrying towards him, calling out loudly, "Jack!"