Warren was going to just bunch that clothing up in front of himself and try not to fall victim to spontaneous combustion or something, maybe. That seemed like a good plan.

"I... think I'll be okay with what I've got," he replied, casting a speculative glance toward his bag. "A long coat is pretty forgiving when it comes to... you know. Weird things."

Like boobs, today.

"You can borrow whatever you need to from me, though. I don't know if your clothes will fit you so well."

At least, not without earning some pretty weird looks, right?