He comes out in jeans and a dark purple shirt, Bar having not seen fit to give him a clean suit. She did provide some Blue Stratos though, and a twenty first century razor which he would have immediately nicked if he didn't know it's disappear out of his pocket as he walked out of the front door.

'Never seen a shower in a hotel room before,' he remarks, purposefully keeping it trivial and only glancing at her as he tosses yesterday's clothes over the back of a chair. Then the tea is spotted and he sits down again, rubs his hand over his face and reaches for his fags once more.

'Ta.'