Kain didn't know what he was implying with that, but not having his weapons was not an option. A grunt and some quick work with his uniform later and at the very least he looked normal by whatever standards that could possibly be around here. Or so he hoped.

The knives were concealed and all that was seen was some weird cape for his ass. The blades were kept to the back. What Damian's warning of the unknown couldn't snatch from him, however, was the skills that came with using them.

"If we have to," Kain complained, though he was inclined to agree. Sitting in this new complex wasn't going to get them anywhere. "I know I'm wasting my breath but try to keep your head down - " and to emphasize, palm on Damian's head and down. "Got it?"