Andrew nodded slowly, standing up straight and accepting the jacket when it was handed to him. It was heavy, a protective type of garment, and much larger than he was. He glanced up to Joey, but didn't remark on the item, instead pulling it on and feeling five pounds heavier. Andrew had to roll the sleeves up several times and even then they nearly overtook his hands, and smiled meekly at Joey. "It's, ehm, a bit... large." He admitted finally, which was a stupid thing to say since Joey was only blind on one eye and could still shoot better than most men with both.

He stepped away, toward White, and stroked her mane. "I'm ready whenever you are." He looked back to Joey. True, he had nothing else but White Tide, a comb in his pocket, and now, a borrowed jacket that was much too large on him. So he wriggled his way onto White's back, and she shook her mane slightly to accommodate him. His back barely pulled, but it was only the slightest bit uncomfortable when he egged White into taking a few steps.