Bass swept his gaze over the younger man, able to take him in a bit better now that the fight was over. The view was...nice. Very nice, in fact, and he took it in slowly--from the thinness of the gown to the prosthetic that was similar to, but seemed an upgrade from, the ones given to some of his fellow Marines. Maybe a few years later, but not so far that they'd suddenly leapt to cybernetics or something.

His smile flashes as he meets Alex's gaze again. "Not necessary, especially as I manage a club and tend to drink for free." But the weather's turned cooler the last couple of weeks, and a paper gown isn't great to be wandering in except in the extreme heat of a couple of months ago.

So, he shrugs off his suit jacket and offers it up. "Not exactly full clothing, but you're welcome to it until you get to your room. Your things will be there, at least. And, then, maybe I can offer you that drink."