[ He thinks alien clothes are a good enough explanation! Expanding on command and glowing isn't the weirdest thing, okay? Of course, that theory is completely shat on when Ian fucks with his clothing again, and now the gravity of this little tidbit hits him fully.

His hand hovers over the 'kick me' stitching in disbelief for a moment before he catches Ian about to walk away. Oh no you don't, asshole. (He'll be annoyed about the stitching later)

Takoda rushes forward, intercepting Ian to point furiously right at his previously glowing chest.]

What the fuck, Fowler! If that's not some weird alien tech bullshit or some weird engineering shit you got going on you're telling me you're what — you're fuckin' magic now?