Fox strode into the lounge in his usual outfit: tight, dark jeans that hugged every line from the hip down, black t-shirt and his favorite leather jacket. He had on his heavy boots, because that's what was most comfortable to drive in, and it worked better than sneakers if he had to stop suddenly. He had two helmets in hand, one a shiny black with an image of a wolf emblazoned on it, and the other a fiery red. "Ready to go, Astrid?" He took a look at her outfit and shook his head. "You're going to freeze in that. Come with me."
He turned and walked back to his room, barely pausing to see if she would follow. Leaving the door open in his wake, he went through his small closet and found another leather jacket. "It may not be your usual style, but it will keep you warm," he spoke as he turned around.