"No, I can't." There's a hint of humor in his voice when he answers. He's not sure that he's someone who likes to be seen, but he can admit that he likes to make sure he's heard. Maybe living on the run the last two years has had him suppressing that and wearing a subtler uniform, but the bright contrast of the old one had felt right for a while, like people couldn't just ignore or underestimate him as easily as they had when he'd been younger.

"It's a little unnerving, if I'm honest, and I'm going to have to remember to announce everything I'm doing until I can figure out how to fix it." Not that he has any idea how.

"You wouldn't happen to remember dying, would you? Because I don't."