Pam stared and waited. She didn't blink, she didn't move. She just waited. Her face a blank canvas.
Hesitation was often read as wavering and weak, but something in this one suggested hesitation was instead going to make or break Pam - literally. There was power there in the limbs, and he did something with his hands she didn't understand. Not fully. He could be more than just a fish out of water.
She turned to look at the coat. The petite vampire didn't answer right away; instead she considered the question.
"It is...you need something deeper. Not black. Leather perhaps - though if you swim much or prefer the wet, you may ruin it too quickly." She looked back at him. "Darker brown or deep green. Trench. A scarf light to cover some of your neck - if it won't kill you. Or a shirt. You want to fit in? Walk around like you belong. Or you don't care. If you want to be curious, be too curious - if you cannot be normal, or blend, then don't blend to an extreme. Here that may be just as normal as anything."