He dries himself off with a towel, patting at his hair a little longer for her sake, then eyes the clothes on the hanger. He slips the silk shirt on easily, then rubs a patch of the brocade trousers between his fingers. It wasn't a material that the pirate was horribly used to, as it was usually reserved more for those graced with money and privilege.

That isn't quite the problem, however, when Jack puts it on. He eventually emerges from the shower, dreadlocks still mostly soaked, and tugs uncomfortably at the tight material with a grimace. "Quite a bit snug, these pants." He's definitely used to the more breezy, loose, and comfortable cotton breeches that he'd come with.

He takes the offered hat from the Avox as well, giving it a once over and realizing it'd been thoroughly cleaned. "And I coulda taken care of that, luv."