[It's time to push Firo into at least wording his whole issue different, cause if he says something other than this inexplicable bullshit maybe Hank will be able to make some sense of it.

Or, uh. By this point it's at least sort of explicable. So maybe it's just time to mess with the guy. It's already been a shitty fucking day, no one can begrudge Hank a joke. So he raises his eyebrows in the face of Firo's glare and joins in.]

I guess he thought you wouldn't want us guys seeing you and getting jealous of that outfit. Which, you know, too little, too late. Where'd you get it?

[She still looks confused but smiles anyway.]

Oh, there's a wonderful tailor just west of the palace that made it up for me. I thought it would be nice to have something a little more modest. I could give you directions if you'd like to give her a visit yourself!