Jesus. This guy. (I don't know that I'd say "exactly the same", but, I mean. Kinda close. At least he's not an assassin. Then I'd be worried.) The Soldier shakes its head and puts the mask down again, bending a little to sift through the piles of fabric. Even if it doesn't really get the concept of a costume, spare clothes are still good for many things. "Good for you, to get out. I had to die before I managed that."