I can't help being funny. That's just my face. [He gives Alloran a quick nod. He roots in his pockets for something.] Take the shirt off, you got it backwards and I'm going to do something to it.

[He gets the shirt and the pants before Alloran can put them on, then uses the staple remover he's been carrying in his pocket to start ripping out some of the seams. Not obvious seams. Just slicing away the ones that absorb most of the tension.

Dan grew up tailoring his own clothing, hand-me-downs and give-me-backs milling around between him and his many siblings, then grandfathered that skill into his drifter life living out of a car, stretching his attire to last for years of rough use, and, of course, using it for professional purposes. The boy knows how to quickly alter clothing to a tearaway.]

Alright, let me get these pants on you. Be gentle with them, all you'll need to rip them to shreds is a good yank. How much time do you got?