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To accommodate for the higher temperatures in New Mexico, compared to the nordic ones, some adjustments have been made to Ned's uniform. Though not necessarily to his benefit, but that of TFI.
- His hat remains. As a constant, agonizing reminder of where he came from, as well as at least some protection from the sun. - His thick yellow sweater has been replaced by a light cotton button up shirt. He still rolls the sleeves up, because the rigidness of the shirt prevents him from bending his elbows all too much. - His cardigan, too, has been replaced by a lighter, short sleeved button up. - For added mobility when crouching, as well as leg ventilation, Ned rolled up his pant legs and called it a day. TFI couldn't be bothered to get him a cropped pair either. It'd be a waste of resources to provide custom tailored clothing to their workers. For free at least. - His rubber boots have been replaced with Converse Lake Stream wading boots. Just in case he should ever get near a body of water again. - Additionally, he's been given a pair of chamois leather fishing gloves. It helps his now even sweatier hands to get a hold of his mostly metallic weaponry. Due to some motoric malfunctions when he wears full gloves, he's cut off the fingertips. This also helps with ventilation. Don't tell TFI...
