Taking in the orders, Genesis found himself in agreement. Well, except for one thing... He needed to infiltrate the building - that was no issue as he was adept with getting in to difficult places. No, the issue here was that he needed to appear like a regular, every-day patron of the casino. He turned to give a pleading look to Jason, but his back was turned as he was leaving to prepare for the mission. He glanced around at the others. Neither Vanessa nor Acacia appeared to be in any distress over this. They, undoubtedly, had clothing that was deemed "normal" by most. 

Straightening his legs and rising from his chair, Genesis collected Isabella and his gadget and slinked away to his quarters. Acceptable appearance for a casino patron likely did not include a large sniper rifle. Genesis stifled a groan. He did not like being separated from Isabella - or his armor, for that matter. Clicking as Genesis typed in the code for his door, the small panel gave a soft 'beep' and the door slid open, revealing a dimly lit room. Closing the door behind him, Genesis glanced around. His eyes fell on the worn, dark jumpsuit he donned when not in his armor. He doubted that it would be appropriate. He also owned a pair of heavily-stained and torn cargo pants, a couple of T-shirts in similar condition, and a suit that Jason had forced him to buy for a conference with the UGC. Genesis had ended up being "deathly ill" when the meeting had taken place, and the suit had never been removed from its bag. 

With another groan, Genesis fished the suit out of his gadget-strewn closet and stripped out of his armor, leaving only the thin vest of carbon fibre beneath his...shirt? Shirt. Right. T-shirts did not go with suit jackets. He didn't own any kind of button down or waistcoat. 

[i]But Jason did...[/i]

Pulling on the pants and jacket, Genesis packed the rest of his armor and his device into his gear back, along with various weapons. He would stow the weapons once he was fully dressed. Tucking Isabella under his free arm, he set off to the hangar -- making a quick stop along the way. 

As he reached the hangar, he was attempting to stuff the ends of the too-long button down shirt into his pants. Luckily, the jacket concealed that the shirt was a bit large -- no one would notice. Hopefully, their commander would not notice the familiarity of the silver tie or black shoes.

Genesis made a mental note to go shopping for "normal attire" at the next available opportunity.