"Oh, please, no, I can barely walk in these heels, I don't need to have to try to balance a wig as well." He'd seen Capitolite wigs. The tamer ones were still practically their own living organisms. No thank you.

"I wanted an understated, comfortable outfit -- and it isn't as though I'll ever look like a Capitolite woman with this beard."

The beard which was never going anywhere. He'd shaved it once -- once, for the jailbreak, when he'd needed a good disguise and a smoother canvas for the facepaint he'd used to make his gray skin. Never again.