Guy watched Marian, clutching the clothes as he listened to her. "Stuck here?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Stuck here, without the Sheriff?" A strange feeling was washing over Guy. He had a feeling it was relief.
He managed a little smile before jumping slightly as a man approached. He hadn't had his sword when he'd woken up here, and he couldn't help but feel naked without it. Still, he was a big man, strong, and he knew he could take any unarmed man on if it came to that.
Looking a little nervously at Marian, he made his way to the little room and shut the door, laying the clothes down on the bench. As he straightened up, he tensed immediately. There was a hole in the wall where another man was staring in. He glared at the other man, who glared right back. It took him a moment to realise the man was him. Slowly, he reached out to touch the cold glass. It was so clear, so perfect. He raised an eyebrow. He almost felt embarrassed getting undressed in front of such a clear picture of himself.
Quickly, he stripped out of his leather clothes, letting them fall to the floor before pulling the other things on. They felt strange; not bad, but strange. He wasn't sure what they were supposed to look like though. The shirt was stretched over his chest, defining his muscles, but not uncomfortable. The breeches were looser, thank goodness, but still comfortable. He looked at the pristine reflection and nodded before pulling them off again, redressing and making his way out. "They're alright, I think," he said when his eyes found Marian.