"I do not have a power," he answered bluntly. He'd heard people talking about magic, cantrips and the like, but he was an old man. He'd leave the learning of new tricks to the youngsters. If he decided he needed power back, he'd make a final decision on the status of his chip.

"But I have experience," he continued in a calm tone. "What you're saying, suggests it would be in our best interests to make ourselves blend in as much as possible and carry ourselves as if we belong."

In other words. Knock out guards, steal clothes, walk around like everything was normal.