And then there was Marie-Gaya who was mostly plain, but wore a nicely put together outfit – blue, brown and white. But words can do not justice to the specific tones of this cultured working woman’s uniform. She was reading a book and paused to look up at the suited young man and brown satchel. She didn’t respond to his smile, but thought to herself of the infinite possibilities of what could be in the satchel, or any of the other bags in the wagon. She was reading a copy of Trévidic’s Terroristes, so anything was possible. In fact, terrorism, conspiracy theories and aliens were her hobby and she spent many hours in the bath thumbing such books and convincing herself it was all possible. After all, the personality test that she took was in her favour.