"Well that's true of course, I don't," Eliot agrees as they approach the fitting rooms. "But I wouldn't need to get into, you know, the thick of battle if I could simply strike someone with lightning from a ship's length away." He's done it before, during the quest for the keys, to give Bingle and the other fighters a bit of an advantage. But that sort of intimidation play is only really useful at the start of things, Eliot's found, because once a fight turns messy it gets harder to be precise. "Still, I find it's preferable to resolve things peacefully before it comes to that. Better for everyone, wouldn't you say?"

He'd like to get into more detail, maybe, or perhaps ask Jack about his own combat experience, but a salesperson in an ill-fitting uniform blazer perks up at the sight of them. "Is there anything I could-"

"Oh, yes," Eliot cuts him off, smiling and adjusting his coat so the logo on the collar lining is clearly visible. The brand names might be slightly different in this world but it's still Balenciaga, for all intents and purposes. "We'd just need a room? And my friend here is new to the city, you see, so he'd need to wear some selections out. That won't...be a problem, will it?"

"Oh." The underpaid Dacy's associate pales a little, and retrieves a key from a row of hooks. "N-no, of course not, if you gentlemen would just follow me?"