Sivain, at a loss as to what he wished to do next, obliged Rhodes without complaint. The building had two floors, seemingly both devoted to a shop; the door on the front read, 'Remy's Costume Rental'. Sivain raised a brow at Rhodes in a wordless query.
"I have noticed that we are... not blending in," said Rhodes, pausing as if trying to phrase his words with tact. Sivain snorted; he needn't have bothered. They both knew how badly they stood out.