"I'll be fine, man, thanks for asking."

Scott would just wait, out here alone in his boxers. If anyone walked by he'd shrug it off, tell them it was a typical day here on the Moira.

"If it fits, I'll trade you."

He hands over the uniform, smiling at the stranger. This wasn't a big deal to him, and if they both left pleased with what was happening, then that was a win.