Hoods are fine, he can work with that. Jake tries on several of the coats, assessing their utility for him along with the warmth. Some too bulky, some too thin, some just plain old don't fit. But there are a few that seem to work, and it helps that he won't ever need to wear them at home on Pandora, just the Nexus. Or colder planets, if that ever comes up.

He settles on a rich purple coat that comes all the way down to his knees, its fur-lined hood excellently sized to tuck his braid inside to keep the neural fibers warm while still leaving plenty of space for his big blue head. Gloves are a bit easier to find, and he's pretty thankful that his Avatar body has five fingers instead of the natural four. Makes it a hell of a lot easier.

Payment should be easy, he hopes. He has several crafts made by the clan on him, including thanator claws and banshee beads. Heck, if they want the poncho, he's more than willing to trade that too. He shouldn't need it anymore, and it's been made by an expert weaver.