"That's discrimination," he says, wry amusement in his tone. That reference to a old children's book pinpoints this kid's timeline to something a little earlier than his life.

"Shadow me all you like. Nothing sketch going on here."

Which is basically true. He just makes a very bad habit of looking terribly suspicious while doing nothing. It's not technically his fault, considering how there's little he can do about his appearance. Standing at around six feet, cloaked in all black leather, tactical gear, and a freaking cape, most would think he's heading to a battlefield (while possibly being a costume enthusiast all at once). Can't really blame them.