"Ow!" Riley said, only half teasing. "Remind me never to tell off-color jokes to a girl that can beat me up," he teased. "You still pack a hell of a punch for a girl." He clenched at the question, then made himself relax. It's clothing, Finn, not a philosophical treatise on your existence. "I have no idea. What do people wear? Jeans, I guess, oh, turtlenecks, definitely--I've been cold-blooded for some reason lately--and..." he let his voice trail off. "I leave the rest in your capable hands."