He didn't know if he should ask. Ares also hadn't asked about what happened when he wandered in bleeding and cursing, shirt in tatters, figuring Jamie would tell him more when he wanted to tell him more, but it could very well be War's doing too. After all, Ares didn't know many people who could kick the kid's ass like that, and then decide not to finish him off for some reason or another.
"There's supposed to be a plan?" Ares asked incredulously, scoffing as he gave Jamie a look.
"Fuck that. Just go into a shop, try on whatever shit you like that comes in your size, and if you like it, buy it. Then go into the next shop and do the same. Is that enough of a 'plan'?"