Fenris looked up from where he'd been sharpening his blade. It was a purposefully nonchalant act, something most wouldn't bother with- an act others would walk right by without thinking any more of it. In truth, he was using it to watch, to be ready for any resistance coming for them.

"Good," he glanced up, a soft huff escaping his lips. "Yes, it would do little for us to keep a low profile. Besides, I am sure you would prefer to wear real clothing again."