Bobo has not been lucky enough in his time there to get back his coat, but at least he's scrounged up a pair of dark slacks and long sleeved shirt. Sure they're both a bit short in the ankle and the wrist, but it's better than those god awful medical garments he found himself in.

Given the swagger in his gait though, he might as well be wearing boots and the heavy fur trimmed jacket he favors. Spying the man by the water, his direction changes slightly, moving closer with a sly smile. His gaze thought follows the motion, processing the mannerisms and the accent combined.

"Doin' just fine, compadre," he says, tones mocking even as he looks him over slowly despite the taunting of his words. Or perhaps, for a man like Bobo, putting the man off in the mood he's in just feels good. "You know how things are. Sometimes you just want to get out and in touch with nature." Yet he barks a laugh as he says it. "Why? Am I invadin'?"