For a moment he considers warning Haizea about the precariousness of her position but decides against it - she's tough, and it'd be funny if she fell.

"The only other one here that dresses that well is Mr. Murtakhor," he huffs, "and it doesn't look like you're twirling a tent around, so it must be mine!" Terrence folds his arms and gives her A Look. He can guess what she's doing, and he's not going to give in quite that easily. "I could get you your own if you'd like. Tailored for you specifically, even."