He mutters something that might be a curse, low under his breath, and straightens up with a shrug from that hunched-over posture that all people who are sneaking seem to adopt for some reason.

"Nah," he says, nonchalantly, tucking his hands into his pockets - thank god his God Tier outfit came with pockets, they're essential to the coolkid look. "Striders don't hide, we're just too goddamn cool for that."