Wait... pick it out? I haven't the first idea what would fit you. Are you suggesting that you want to go on a shopping trip with me?

[Because it's strange, how quickly he's gone from wanting nothing to do with her to having a whole agenda of plans for the two of them. Is gratitude helping to sort out his feelings this quickly?]

I can't promise I know anything about picking out an outfit for men. I'm barely able to decide what I ought to wear myself... [She turns then, considering his offer about going to another pool.] Do you think it's safe to go to another pool? How can we be sure there won't be another monster waiting for us?