"Afraid so. I asked around, and might have overheard a conversation or two." Though to say he overheard them was just Eli's way of saying he was eavesdropping. Years of being by Thrawn's side had taught him that it payed to keep one's eyes and ears open, even if neither of them ever imagined being in a situation such as this.

He looked down at his hooded sweater. "I guess not. I mean, obviously we've born worn uniforms and they've been nothing like this. But you and I aren't the only ones wearing these colors, so maybe the powers that be are sorting us out?" Not that Eli could see a pattern to the sorting, and by all accounts it seemed to be random.