"You're just jealous that I can make hats work," Ravi replies, seeing as he does feel like he can work a hat, especially since it gives him a little extra height and makes him that much more scarily imposing and giant-like, even if he is a beanpole. He takes the scrubs and heads for somewhere a little private to change, grateful that they don't look entirely like flood pants.

They only look a little like it, so as he tries to adjust them, offering an apologetic look as he takes the sweater. "I feel like the inevitable crop top you're about to see me wear warrants an apology," he admits. "It's not going to be pretty, I don't wax," he says, gesturing to his stomach in a circle.