Hiro goes over to Bar! He -- looks around, and then... looks down. His little windbreaker is just not going to handle the weather here...

"...coat, pureaze?"

And there is a nice, suitable coat! Isn't that MAGICAL? To Hiro it is. But it's a decent sized brown leather affair. Why no, Bar's not feeding into his horrible case of Hero Worship here, no way. Not quite LONG enough, but-- enough that his fancy is totally tickled.

"Sankyuu!"

NOW THEY GO OUTSIDE YES? Poor Mal, dealing with someone who beams to blind at twenty paces.