It may ring internal alarms for Brock, but Albert is far more a soldier than a spy. He can handle stealth alright in active mission scenarios, but he's never been good at the information gathering and playing a role that others of his original team excelled at. But his team isn't here, it's just him, and he may be awkward with it but he knows enough to tell that he's tripped up and Brock is eyeing him with suspicion.

"Ugh, glitter." His disgust isn't faked at all. "It never comes out, does it. Not even in the shower, it's like a disease." He's not sure where else to go from there. It would be so much easier if he could just simply be sure. Maybe he should just honestly treat this as a first meeting with nothing underneath. It would be easier. "And all the gemstones and such they spangle all over the costumes. We're representing Districts, not pole dancers."