Sam's brow rose slightly at the offered hand; the smile was almost a smirk. He didn't grab immediately for Betsy's hand; instead, he grabbed the blanket. They didn't know what sort of world they were in, and he wasn't going to leave something behind that could be of use. He just swung his arm around, letting the blanket wrap round his arm. His fingers tightened on hers.
"They aren't, but I'm damn glad no one from home sees me in them. It's not exactly my go to." He laughed softly, walking along aside her easily enough once they got going.
"Gotta say looks damn good on you. Not sure much would look bad." He gave her a once over as best he could as they walked. "Sure, you get that all the time."