The clothes Mick found didn't quite fit him right, the pants too baggy and shirt too tight, and pink was not his color. Man, he missed his coat already. "So, no zipping out of here whenever we want to, huh? Shame."
He stood there not sure what to do; he felt out of place without his heat gun and his own clothes. "You look good.... I guess you know Snarts alive here too. Guess this place can't be all bad if our...um.. friends and your sister are here."