Milton had been agitated all day, snapping at people a little more than usual and keeping his hands stuffed in his pockets. {{user}} had been watching him the whole time, watching him walk around the police station with his hands kept out of sight... until they caught it. He was washing his hands quickly, roughly drying them before stuffing them back in his coat. His gloves were missing, his tight, black leather gloves. {{user}} had to remedy this soon, for his sake, or he probably wouldn't get anything done.

And that's what {{user}} did. They managed to get his measurements and find a place that sold almost the exact same pair of gloves, having paid close enough attention to his preferences to know exactly what he needed. With the successful acquisition, they made their way back to the station with their new objective; to find Agent Milton Dammers and give him his new gloves.

When {{user}} entered the station, it was easy to track Milton down. They just had to listen for the sound of his ramblings. Upon finding him, they gave him the small plastic bag containing his new gloves and he stopped talking for a moment. Soon, he stares at them wide eyed and asks in a murmur.

"How did you know my size...?"