The clothes fit perfectly, and I had to admit that they were a hell of a lot more practical than what I'd brought. A couple of pairs of light-colored, lightweight slacks—five-pocket things, with slightly baggy legs, pulled in at the ankles. A couple of Hawai'ian-style shirts—floral prints, but a lot more muted than Scott's choice—slightly oversized, short-sleeved, cut to be worn outside the waistband of the pants. A second package contained a set of Ares Arms form-fitting body armor—short-sleeved, of course—that fit me like a reinforced second skin. I selected bone-white slacks and a dusty blue shirt with a red hibiscus pattern. As long as I kept the shirt buttoned up high, you couldn't see I was wearing armor underneath.