[Somehow, Hank has managed to double Firo's hatred for him--the implication that he'd be interested in women's clothing! How can Hank even joke about stuff like that?]

He's--

[You know what? He can't even get himself together enough to argue, so he's going to ignore that issue for now. And she said she wanted modest... Whatever he'd call her current attire, it isn't that, but maybe he can help. He slips out of his jacket and holds it vaguely in her direction.]

Here. Just, like, if you want it.

[She gives one of those polite smiles that you might give to a child offering you a poorly constructed pottery mug. That's nice, dear, but like hell is she going to find a use for it.]

Sorry? I wouldn't be able to swim very well in that, would I? ...Do you two need advice on your clothes? You seem-- [A diplomatic pause. She's really trying her best here to be nice.] --ill-prepared for the water.