"Usual, right," he says, nodding. Because obviously he has been here for some time and knows exactly what the weather patterns are like.

And then: "Tailor? What--oh." He looks down at the coat, which he'd found when he work up, and then his cheeks color just a bit. It had seemed foolish to go out in the rain without it. He figured whoever owned it wouldn't miss it, if they'd left it lying around. "Non, I'm fine."