She glances over her shoulder, a one-two punch of cocked lips and a dubious look answering his 'beanpole' remark. He's tall and slender, but he's a large man.

"It jus' has t'suit long enough for you to get inside an' warmed up. It's too cold for you t'be walkin' around with a wet—"

She aborts that thought before it gets any further, but he'll likely see the way the tips of her ears turn strawberry red.

There are a few jackets and dusters, a clean shirt, gloves and neckerchiefs, and Kate finally comes up with a pair of overalls. They'll be too short on his long legs, but they're big enough. And, more importantly, they're dry.