"Jami-belle, Jami-lynn, my deares Jameson, calm thyself, I have personally accepted charge of the lass, and will see that she is well cared for. Now, if you can see that an appropriate wardrobe, or at least one gown is located... my sweet Charity may assist?" He rattles off precise measurements - he only had a glimpse of the girl, but this seems to be one of the pooka's super powers.