He blinked and looked up at her.
"Change of clothes?"
He looked down and smelled his arm pit.
"I guess I've had better days. But I ain't exactly a man to want to smell like a daisy."
He stood up, stretching and moved his arms a bit. It was a wonder how anyone walked around in that tin attire.
"And how do you expect us to get me a change of clothes? That's the least of my worries," he told her, giving her a knowing look before sighing nad looking around. His hands went to his hips. "Besides... are clothes just gonna spring up from the ground like some sorta flower?"
At such an idea, he shook his head.
"First thing is first.. we can deal with my smell later, okay?" And he looked the woman over. "So now that we're down here in the dirt dungeon, I say we wait another five minutes then figure out where the hell to go from here. Now I ain't exactly wasteful, well, in some degree I can be, but I'm taking this armor with me. I did get fired today, after all." He told her, giving her a sarcastic smile.