There does not appear to be anyone named Ethan to whom the clothes are adressed.
[ The comment comes from a crate to Buffy's left. A man stands there, dirty trench coat over what look like dirty hospital scrubs. There's a plastic bracelet around his wrist. Currently, he's not looking at Buffy, but frowning at something he's pulled from the crate he's standing in front of. The number involves puffy white wings, a silver halo, a harp and a thong.
The man scrutinizes the garment. ]
This is highly inaccurate. Who is Ethan?
[ The first part muttered to himself, the second towards Buffy, and this time he does turn his head to look at her. ]
gimme! gimme!
[ The comment comes from a crate to Buffy's left. A man stands there, dirty trench coat over what look like dirty hospital scrubs. There's a plastic bracelet around his wrist. Currently, he's not looking at Buffy, but frowning at something he's pulled from the crate he's standing in front of. The number involves puffy white wings, a silver halo, a harp and a thong.
The man scrutinizes the garment. ]
This is highly inaccurate. Who is Ethan?
[ The first part muttered to himself, the second towards Buffy, and this time he does turn his head to look at her. ]