An eager nod; when Jean's genuinely smiling, they show a lot less of those pointed teeth. "I understand, comrade. Luckily, mere contact is insufficient. Most such clothing manifests in a form like this one - a layer of business formal," here they touch the tie on the inside of Cobalt Scar, the suit vest under the furred jacket, "that has been altered with some outwardly fantastical element. Touching, transporting, even laundering the clothing is perfectly safe, but depending on the strength of the entity or the presence or absence of conflict, side effects can become permanent on a scale from weeks to hours. Mister Calloway and I have an understanding that these E.G.O. armors and weapons will be kept aside for me, for the general safety of the public. Even if they don't see use...I shudder to think of what might happen in improper hands."

They frown in thought. "...Though a few that may be useful to you present themselves to me, if they appear. I'd, hahaha, HAHAHAH, ha...need to know you a bit better before jumping to conclusions, but...hrm...well, cross that bridge when we come to it!"