It's usually my aunt with me. I made the mistake of entering with her while Kain was struggling with his belt. Poor fellow.

[ He says it with a chuckle. The rest of the band still hadn't let Kain live it down.

Roy throws on the jacket, a plain navy hoodie, and zips it up. It's followed by a brown newsboy cap and a pair of thick framed non prescription glasses. Roy turns towards her and points to himself. ]

What do you think? Do I still look too much like a rock star? I can add a scarf for good measure.