Digging into his things once he has the cigarette, he goes for the linen shirt next. He's had two of them, now, so he supposes that he can lend one out to Faraday. He gives over the one that has the embroidery all the way down the sides of it, making it a little like a vest.

Also, it's less giving and more throwing. "I'm not giving you pants, you'll stretch those too much," he says dismissively. "Your shoulders will still make that pull, but I don't mind a shirt too big," he says, before digging out the next most important thing, grinning as he unearths the whiskey.

"See, I knew I had this. Let's have some fun."