This is the nightwatchman's booth. The name on the door reads René Arnoux.

Let's see what the nightwatchman keeps in here. (Search the booth.)

"So this is where René works. I'm gonna look around." (Search the booth.)

Take the uniform.

"I suppose René is not going to be needing it anymore." He studies the uniform. "It's a bit too colourful for my taste, though."

"This is gonna take my shit to the next level."

"Fantastic. Try not to wear it with other similarly colourful clothes, okay?"

"I'm done here."

"It's, uhm, needed for work and all that."

"I don't know about stealing people's very colourful clothes like that..." He looks on disapprovingly.

As you take the colourful uniform, a few cookie crumbs fall to the floor. The owner must have a sweet tooth.

This is the nightwatchman's booth. The name on the door reads René Arnoux. René left his uniform neatly folded on the table.

Take it. It's just there. Who cares? It's not like anyone's gonna need it.

Generally speaking, it would be dishonourable to take it. But then... it looks like a military uniform! And wearing that is very honourable. So, a conflict of honour. It's up to you.

This is the nightwatchman's booth. The name on the door reads René Arnoux.

This is the nightwatchman's booth. The name on the door reads René Arnoux. A colourful uniform lies neatly folded on the table.