Carlisle glances Glacius' way, then back to the tacky shirts lining the store. At least if everyone is paying attention to the icy giant in the gaudy shirt, no one will be looking at him, his shorts, and the sad excuse for shoes now on his feet. He can just focus on the crippling fear from impossibly tall buildings looming in the distance instead.

"Perhaps," he utters quietly. "If nothing else, I won't be alone in this travesty of an outfit, though I expect finding something to fit your, er."

He looks Glacius up and down, more comfortable doing it himself than he was with the alien -- or anyone else -- doing it to him. "... Particular stature might be a challenge."