So she is.

Mulcahy, meanwhile, is all lightness: silver hair, pale blue eyes, silver-rimmed glasses. It’s an interesting contrast between the all-black he normally wears. Well, normally; right now all he’s got are the plainclothes given to newcomers.

“I’m Father Mulcahy,” he greets warmly, then casts a glance around, and at the suit. “Ah—you do truly marvelous work! Did you own a shop where you’re from, as well?”