"Yeah, that was next on the list. Help me move this stuff, and then I'll go see what they have," he says with a nod. He's no real judge of fashion - she doesn't look like she just died, though, so hey, job well done as far as he's concerned. Will what they have fit him, though? Usually he'd assume any decent clothing store worth visiting would have a variety of sizes, but given that none of the rooms in this inn are large enough for him, maybe he'll be out of luck for clothing, too. And then what?

"Here-" and with that, he starts trying to untangle the chairs from each other and pass one her way so they can get them out of the middle of the hall. He can worry about clothes later.