"Yeah, yeah, I'm a hacker. I do the fake IDs and stuff for the freehold." He manages to keep himself sounding humble there; he's a damn good hacker and he knows it. He doesn't even bat an eye at the clothes thing; he's heard enough variations on the theme after his growth spurt. It happens.

He freezes there, startled. "Uh. Yeah." There's a pause. "...is it that obvious?" Another pause. "I'm. Um. What are...were? You?"