"Well now that you say that I feel like an idiot. Of course, you'd be in the clothes store to by clothes," she sighed, feeling a bit silly. "Why else would you be here. Sorry, Mr. Leverett." Calla grinned sheepishly, shifting her weight from one foot to another, eyes flicker to where her friends were fawning over an ebony outer cloak. Deciding they would not be finished anytime soon, she turned her attention back to Clue fully. Her friends spoke of him being odd, but she didn't mind him that much. 

"They mostly carry cloaks and robes here, so you have certainly narrowed down your choices. Unless you want a hat - they have some nice pointy hats."