he supposes he can't exactly argue with that. clothes were clothes, but hers didn't look particularly protective. they looked n"ice, though, he supposed...in a weird, absurd kind of way. "by thor's beard, what a question. what is this realm? what land is this?" he asks, determined to get an answer, but not raising his voice to the lady. he needs answers, to understand what he's currently struggling to. "this cloak has crossed many a sea, these boots have trod where many refused to tread." he starts, reaching to inspect the string tangling from the thick shirt she was wearing (which was more suitably known as a hoody.) "what does this do?"