“Holy mother of Zeus. Where’d you find this kid?” Jim asks a sheepish Zenith incredulously. 

Zenith chuckles awkwardly, rubbing at the color on her cheeks. “You want to wear that?” She clears her throat. “I was just going to say that we have t-shirts and pants like these,” she stretches out her pants a little for emphasis, “and boots. Any kind: cowboy, riding like mine.. or you know, you can wear that.” 

“Just hope your crotch can take it.” Jim remarks, considering Barry’s getup, making Zenith blush even harder.