"Really?" Raylan looked him over. "I couldn't tell." He could tell. "Maybe we'll find someone handy with a needle that can start hemming things."

He could hope. Was there a wishlist for talent to come into their little hellhole?

"Two pairs of sweatpants and a teeshirt?" he guessed with a smirk as the rest of town started to come into focus. "If you can stomach flannel, there'll be somethin' for you."