He frowns a little, a little confused at the comment on her usual dress, before carefully putting down his pack. The coat comes next, carefully draped over a parking meter for the moment, folded in half so as not to brush the ground. That leaves him in a massive sweater that he pulls off next, leaving a linen shirt. But the sweater? He offers that to her. Honestly, on Clary, it'll probably be a knee-length skirt.