He nodded, then turned, moving cautiously into the dressing room area to find an empty cubicle and begin the unfamiliar ritual.
It was a little strange, truth be told, to put on clothes that didn't belong to him. He tugged the jeans on and did them up, pulling on the shirt Siri had chosen, then looked at himself in the mirror dubiously. He stepped outside of the change room uncertainly.
"I don't know. Are they supposed to be so... snug?" The fabric had a certain amount of give; he still felt like he could move in them. It was just... he wasn't used to garments that... clung.