My awareness and posture are fine. It's the town, not me. [He can't believe this dude in some equally silly outfit is lecturing him.] Whatever magic is involved in keeping these ridiculous clothes on is also responsible for making them unmanageable.

[You best believe he tried to cut these things off as soon as he got them on. Not even a batarang could cut through it??? Weird.]

Just tear it. I have better clothes I made. I don't need these. [He pulls... a rip right through the end corner of the cloak, turns, and keeps going stiffly. Sure enough, several feet on, he gets stuck on something else. Weird how that jagged rock just sort of appeared? HM.

He jerks then turns to glare--both at the situation and up pointedly at the other man.]