"Better than risking them getting dropped on the ground and getting dirty," he said, glancing up at the ceiling as he heard the start of a distinct pitter-patter on the roof. "Especially since it sounds like it's raining." Sigh.
He put the tunic and trousers in the Slate's inventory, then pulled out one of the other hoods he'd bought; it rained so often that just one wasn't going to cut it. "Here," he said, handing it over. "That rain sounds like it's working up to a downpour."