The unrealistically realistically average clothing had put him into the normal category of people to steal from. Said category usually didn't have valuables on them but the challenge to fish around in their pockets was always fun. Plus, who knows, maybe he had a cool pen or something. Such was the thought process of a 4'3" Kig-Yar (jackal from halo, imagine the kind from Halo 4 in this instance). Since no one could pronounce his actual name, he had been using the nickname "Kig" for years. And so, Kig decided to trail the average stranger for some time, casually strolling a ways behind him as he made it seem like he was trailing someone else, glancing at another person from behind the shades he wore while his eyes remained on his jacket-wearing target. Kig's goal, since he didn't notice anything special about his pockets, was to slip a half-used pencil into his back left pocket from his right side, and then to follow him along until he noticed it was there. Kig allowed a small smile to cross his face from under his linen hood, adjusting the jacket he wore over his light, smooth, flexible armor plating. It was less than what was standard for an average Covenant Jackal by comparison, but it allowed him to both wear additional clothes over top it and move around faster. After a few minutes of slowly getting closer among the other civilians in the torrent of people bustling by, he reached into his pocket to get the pencil. With a grin, he moved over to the stranger's right side, slipping the pencil into the opposite pocket as he passed. Kig's hand was back in his own pocket by the time he walked by, and the stranger now had a new pencil.

[i]Hooooo boy. I can kick his ugly ass all the way back to covenant space[/i] He'd played along with it the whole time, until the jackal walked away. The sound of a Magnum (CE) being loaded was heard, and it resonated through the air "Hey bud, look over here"

[i]Off on the side of the street, a lurking robot, Chondra, caught sight of him. Several thousand of her nanites scanned him, identifying his clothes as ‘unnaturally realistic’ since, well, she had surfed the web a few million times in search of interesting and useful knowledge...she had yet to come by any of use to her. Chondra began to follow this strange man, being not subtle at all in her dead straight trajectory.[/i] [spoiler] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/227658094/0/0/1 [/spoiler]

"Yoooo Ultron what's good?" He greeted the thing as he turned "What's up with the beeline?" Internally, he analyzed the thing for any behavior that could indicate hostility, hoping if it attacked he could drop it. "I don't like you creepin' on me, its not cool"

[i]To be honest, emotion seemed rather non-existent on the surface of Chondra. The only real indication of anything he could get, was how she was headed right towards him, closing distance rather quickly. Abruptly, a low and subtly feminine voice emitted from somewhere on Chondra.[/i] “Those clothes do not belong to you.”