The way these creatures moved about it made Starkiller feel like how he had PROXY follow him, but these things were like... living creatures. Tamed. Obedient. Appealing.
He'd have to learn more.
"I..." Starkiller looked at what he was wearing, what she was wearing and then what the people in the store were wearing. Okay. HE stood out a bit. That could, possibly cause issues. In a time he didn't want to stand out. He glanced back and started grabbing things on the darker spectrum of the clothes and looked at the woman again.
"Grab what you want." He told her as he picked out a number of different types of wardrobes. With what he had gathered he looked back and grabbed a backpack. "Seriously. Get what you want." Then Starkiller disappeared into a changing room.
Shortly after, Starkiller returned wearing some of the clothes that he just acquired from the racks. It wasn't weighted like his training clothes, and it breathed a whole lot more.