He's gotten a chance to catch up with Jon, in all the chaos, but that doesn't leave him any more prepared for Nero to swagger up to him with an armful of clothes like he's just casually shoplifted the lot of it with no care.

"I-I, uh. I suppose...not." The question is too completely random, in his still-panicked state to register fully, so it's not until there's a pair of silkish tunics in brown and blue being thrown at him that startles him out of his reverie. "Oh--! Um. Th-thanks?"

His eyes flick between the pile of clothes and Nero's face. "Those aren't. All for me-- are they?"