Though Costigan's eyes hadn't fully adjusted, he managed to follow the man's silhouette well enough to make his way to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands still safely tucked away. The words, though not entirely surprising, were unsettling at best.

"A foreigner in black armor?" He guessed. It didn't take much to put the ideas together and confirm his suspicions. "You should get those changed."