While Peter was hunting for the clothes, Miles went digging through the trunk of shoes and boots, dragging out a few pairs that looked like they'd stand up to the snow alright and fit his friend.

The steam of course drew his eye and he watched as Peter's suit dried in a rapid, almost magic way, letting out a low whistle.

"Okay now that is fancy. How come no one gave me a fancy suit like that?" Gosh Fury! But the teen held out a pair of shoes for Peter to try on. "Here. I think these should work."

If Peter took them, Miles would move to the bunks, grabbing his own gear from his bed. Not that it was much- half-laced high-tops, a beaten-to-comfort hoodie, and a puffy grey jacket with fuzzy lining around the hood.

"If we're quick we should be back before it gets dark, even if we're bringin' someone back with us."