Riddick approved, again. "Take his boots off for me, will ya? Might be almost my size, anyway." And better than the dress shoes he was wearing now, in case they didn't leave him new ones with the supplies. "Then wring yer dress out." That, he expected to find a replacement for, but she'd be dripping otherwise, anyway. And the fabric might be good for something.

He, himself, finished with the pockets, and started stowing his finds away on his own person. The layers of fancy dress for these events at least gave one plenty of hiding places for pockets and small pinned-in bags.