Codi notices that, like she notices a lot of things. The asset favors his right side beyond a normal handedness preference would suggest. An old injury, perhaps? Would fit the metallic-looking fingers poking out from the bottom of his left sleeve. She files the observation away.

"It is if you know a few tricks," Codi says with a wink. "People won't recognize a stranger if they don't know you're there. Want to give it a shot? No risk, I promise - it'll affect me, too."