"Well if it's not, you have a shitty tailor," Jason said, pointing out the poor fit of the costume. Maybe he gave away too much, but he was also trying to throw out some bait. He glanced at the kid's left hand. Jason raced through the equipment he brought with him. He still refused to shoot the kid. He had a dagger, but that still wasn't the best option.
"Plus, it's probably already passed your bedtime."