[Oh, that works. Carter chuckles when he returns and sees the latest addition, leaning in to get a better look. Man, he wouldn't mind that guy, especially not after way-too-many run ins with things made of shadows.]

Nice one. He's got some style.

[He hands Hardison a coffee, glancing down at his surrogate blanket tunic.]

You know, there's a clothing store in town. Their selection is awful [there's a pointed look down at the flannel disaster he's wearing, he'd just like to subtly point out that this is not a choice] but it'll keep you warm.