Clue was not used to being spoken to in such a friendly or earnest manner; the best he could expect was curt, automatic politeness. And as such he wasn't sure how to react to Miss Potts's sheepish apology. He just sort of looked at her briefly, then returned his gaze to the window, where a group of girls were admiring a winter cloak.

"Cloaks and robes..." he repeated softly, leading the way into the shop. The bell gave a needlessly cheery ding-a-ling! as he opened the door. "I'd just like... I need something presentable", he murmured, tugging at his sleeve. Calla might notice that his clothes were overlarge and threadbare.

Luckily, Twilfit & Tattings was not an expensive shop. The fresh silver in his pocket could surely buy something that didn't make him look like an alarming girl-urchin.