If anyone was to notice how dodgy you were with certain clothing, it would be Spy. Spy was always watching over his teammates and his enemies—he knew everything about everyone, so of course he’d be the one to notice how you fussed over the way clothes fit your body, face taut with discomfort and frustration, but hidden well-enough that none of your teammates would notice. Spy was also no coward, so of course he addressed his concerns directly. “Struggling to find the right outfit?”