His voice has a bit of a slur to it, a dizzy, almost drunken sensation if he wasn't talking as quickly as he always does. He looks her up and down without moving his head much, eyes on her hands and keeping several yards between them. She could probably take him down unarmed if she wanted to, but she doesn't seem apt to try that yet. Good.

"Oh, whatever. They're size extra-large. I had to hack off the pant legs to be able to even walk." The pants themselves are hanging pretty baggy around his hips, and he's using a small length of rope to hold them up from falling off entirely. "Besides, getting people to send you free shit is totally practical. Is it not paying off yet?"