Jack feigned a look of hurt, used to Lizzie being defensive towards his attention, pretending to stumble. "Yes, well, it is rather becoming of you," he mused, letting his eyes drop over her odd, new outfit.
"What's wrong with this?" He pouted as he looked down at his normal attire, minus his beloved hat. He had taken to leaving that at home on certain trips. Though...if he did mix his clothing up a bit, he could confuse the authority figures here more easily.