[His eyebrows raise at what's unveiled. Not classrooms or a study lounge, but a locker room? What gives? But then he sees the view through the window, and his eyes widen at the sheer scale of the place they're in.]

It really is a school!

[Albeit one you have to enter through a locker room. His schools all had shoe lockers at the entrance, of course, but this seems a bit weird. In a few words, she explains that away, however, and surprisingly he just nods.]

Ah, so that's how it works. Makes sense!

[Though then he adds:]

That's sort of odd for a university, though. Those don't tend to have uniform policies where I'm from. They should've called it Ugly Duckling Academy if you ask me.

[Still, he's already walking towards the uniforms, thumbing through the selection. Which definitely includes some options that wouldn't have passed the dress code at any of his schools. Eyeing one of the short skirts, he asks:]

They do teach regular music classes, then? Not just classes on how to look cute while you pretend to play music?