As Gerard is perusing the clothes himself, trying to figure out how to work his distinct clothing preferences into this Victorian vibe, he spies someone else doing the same. But they seem nervous.

Ah. He knows that look.

Stepping in to help strangers with monsters and fear gods was one thing, but stepping in to help with something so personal... He silently waffled for a long moment before coming up beside the other person.

"Y'know," he muttered, "just because you don't see anything that looks quite how you want doesn't mean it can't happen. That's... what tailors are for, right? Sewing things. Making stuff custom. Just sayin'."