"That's good to know..." she let his dodge go, but filed it away, concentrating on where she's stepping. She avoided the little stones, the upturned roots as best she could. "And the clothes? They're free too?"

Not that his greatcoat isn't great and all, but until she has her feet completely underneath her, Molly would prefer to be wearing boots. And pants. And a bra... wow, she really hopes they have bras here. If the way Richard speaks is any indication, that's the age of corsets and that would just be a pain.