"I get their knowledge of it and not anyone else's?  People think about things in different ways."

"I guess it would be polite to ask as, like, a hypothetical, if they don't believe you, but probably you should go to the House of Truth and prove it with the hair thing and then ask once they do believe you."

"I mostly meant for on the way there but maybe it won't come up.  Do you want this?"  They produce a small knife from a pocket in their wrap-vest-thing and start sawing near their scalp at the lock of longer hair.

"...no, not really. Trash is over there." Point.

Hair gets tossed.  Was the House of Truth pedestrianable-to on a reasonable timescale?  Also Lorn is getting kind of hungry, how was the orderly on having recently eaten?

The orderly had breakfast an hour ago! The House of Truth is a thirty minute walk.

"Do you mind if I also borrow your lack of hungriness?  And then I'll leave."

"Uh, go for it."

"Thank you for everything.  Do I need to do anything to be discharged?"

"No, I've got it, you can just walk out."

"Okay.  Have a nice life."  And they're off.

Nobody bothers them on the way to the House of Truth.

Running there would normally be time alone in Lorn's head, and in other circumstances they might start to panic about the moral emergency potentially implied by an entire planet of people who can't - do they die - quite possibly they have other solutions in place and Lorn is not going to freak out yet and they're going to achieve that via running as fast as they can manage the whole time even though they're not copying unrunning off of anyone.

Is it obvious with the orderly's knowledge where to go once inside?

The orderly would follow the signs! There are signs, with arrows pointing in various directions and listing room numbers for:

- Records Room
- Notary
- Ceremonial Hall
- Committed Dormitory
- Classrooms
- Press Offices
- Inspection Offices
- Dressing Rooms
- Photography Studio
- Meeting Rooms
- Witness Pool

. . . . Lornell has not yet picked up how to read Lozan.  Whoops!  Is anyone around?

Yup, there are people in uniform (floorlength white dresses with bishop sleeves and mandarin collars, and long vests of various colors with various pins on them) and some people not in uniform, going to and fro.

Lornell approaches the most interruptable-looking one.  "Excuse me, a moment?"

There is one sitting on a bench over there looking at her phone! "What is it?" she asks, looking up at him.

"I'm a slider.  Who do I talk to to prove this?"

"How do you propose to go about proving it?"

"I have magic that lets me copy traits and things from other people."

"Such as?"

This is slightly outside what Lorn prepped grammar for but that's fine - "Hair, physical traits general . . . ly, skills, knowledge.  Not episodish memory."

"It sounds like you probably want a registered photo series."

"Okay!  Where?"