Less "dress" and frankly almost more like a laborer's relatively loose-fitting outfit--but covered in pockets, and obviously well-tailored. A wealthy laborer? Someone with a spendthrift employer? ...who had women as laborers? The curt, piercing examination she gave him definitely wasn't the sort of look he'd expect to get from a laborer, though.

But, then again, ginger.

"Major Egret, MSFSOD. You're... on a ship. I'll try and explain in a moment. Where are you from?"

She pauses a moment.

"And what year?"