Zein frowned and looked at the man inquisitively. From the way he had no mask on, and the stealthy way he approached the guide, Zein knew this man was an esper.
But the man clearly wasn't a member of the Unit, or from any other Unit, because there was no way a borderland's esper would dress in something as cumbersome as a whole three-piece suit. Normal clothes would get damaged if they were touching miasma too much, so everyone here wore a combat uniform made from a corrosion-resistant material.
Unless, of course, the suit itself was made from resistant material, which actually looked possible, from the persistent luster on said suit. Zein knew nothing about the fashion of the safer zone, but he knew enough that such material wasn't cheap.
So his immediate impression was 'Who the hell is this rich esper?'
