[The clothes are definitely modern, and therefore it's hard not to think that they're odd, but once he puts them on and glances at the mirror, he finds that they're... strangely suited to him. He straightens the collar of his jacket, one hand plunging experimentally into a sleeve.]
...weird.
[When he's done, he approaches her at the front door, looking vaguely uncertain.]
no subject
...weird.
[When he's done, he approaches her at the front door, looking vaguely uncertain.]
So where we going?