[He's right, and she knows it. But she still hesitates, face contorting into something close to deep thought as she thinks it over. Eventually she nods in agreement, and puts down her bag so she can go through it.]

I should have a pair of shorts in here somewhere. Can you find my gun in the other bag while I find something else to wear?

[She really needs to find a pair of jeans that she can tuck away and bring with her. If it comes down to it, she probably could wear a pair of his. He has some tucked into the bag, and she pulls those out first and eyes them.]

Do you have another belt in here somewhere? Maybe I can wear your jeans and one of your shirts.