[For the first time since waking up here, Shiro remembers... the tattoos. Under the robes, he reaches one hand back behind him, as if trying to feel the old Deerington mark on his skin. Of course it won't work, but still. The urge is there.]

I - no. I don't think we've got much in the way of uniforms anymore. They're teenagers, or twenty-somethings. We've been in that town so long, I lost track.

Pidge is ... [He holds his left hand out at about her height.] Glasses. Short hair. Lance is about my size, blue eyes. Maybe... sparkling a bit. [At least he thinks that's what Lance was doing. The haze of confusion and muddled memories making it difficult to recall.] Hunk's his same size, but he could probably deadlift all of us.