[He hadn't pegged Alan for the drinking type - but then, this looked more like "getting out of the weather" than drinking; judging by the wool sack, he was still struggling to get clothes of his own.]

[Spade dropped "her" voice low - enough to not be overheard by passerbys, but just enough for Alan to hear.]

You know, it'd be big on you, but I could get some spare clothes from my house and stitch them down a few sizes. [He wasn't GREAT at sewing, but he'd gotten the hang of mending clothes and fixing things for disguises well enough to be serviceable without looking out of place.]