"It is," Henley assures him. If she has anything else to add to that, however, she never gets to it, stopping instead as they reach the store she mentioned in all its punny glory. She turns to face Jack, as she slows to a halt. "And here we are."

From the mannequins in the window, it appears to be mostly women's swimwear, but somewhere inside, as promised, there's at least a small selection of men's. Never mind the fact that the building is flanked by at least half a dozen more stores that cater more generally.