"It's your decision, Faolan, not mine. They're your clothes. I'm just offering something if you'd like to protect them -- save you going home dishevelled if you can change back into something clean."

He shrugs, takes another sip of water before re-capping his water and sticking it back in the fridge.

"It's no trouble, if that's what you're worried about, I have plenty of spare old shirts that I save for the garden or things like this."