Raju looks at him, surprised out of some small portion of his frown. He's quiet a moment, studying Francis. It's less that he can't follow where Francis is leading, and more the time it takes to match this particular man to it. And it's hard, a little, to move there from where he is: the uniform is an important one, and he's never worn any uniform at home for anything that wasn't serious.

But he trusts Francis. And it isn't as if he knows what to do with wearing the damned thing here. "I'm... sorry, sir," he tries, frowning at Francis, not convinced but following anyway. "It won't happen again."