"Yes, you take measurement, is okay." The pelt was already off, so that had shed a lot of weight on her. Inside with the fire going, Iris was able to take off a few more layers so that Fran could measure her properly. She took off the torn vest, setting it down on the table as well, and then the big bulky sweater she wore underneath, it wasn't very efficent, hence her desire for long gloves/sleeves. Now iris was in a simple off white long sleeve shirt, thick wool pants, her tall boots, and fingerless wool gloves. She tried to push her tangled hair out of her face, and without all of the layers, all of the blood and intimidation, she really suddenly didn't look so frightening, in fact she could be quite beautiful if she took care of herself. "You want beer or water?"