The ren-faire getup only gets a blink out of him, it's relatively closer to what he's actually used to seeing compared to what the clutter of people around him are wearing. They match well enough in that old-fashioned wardrobe kind of way that it's reasonable that they're a team or something.

"Why do you think I was trying to get away?" He grumbles, sticking close and letting her clear the way through. These people are officially worse than the beggars of Jerusalem and Acre combined.