[Spy can appreciate someone who knows the art of theatrics. Spy shrugs and lifts his hand to tap the face of his watch. Which, weirdly enough, doesn't actually have the time on it.]
Company policy means I can't necessarily tell you how it works, but...
[What the hell. The fumes have him just tipsy enough that he's willing to shirk responsibility towards a company that... he actually technically doesn't work for anymore. Whoops.
He clicks a button on the side of the watch. The cloak takes a few seconds to fully take effect, but he seems to just fade into the background. Although there's a slight red-tinged distortion if he moves, which he does to spread his arms out.]
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Company policy means I can't necessarily tell you how it works, but...
[What the hell. The fumes have him just tipsy enough that he's willing to shirk responsibility towards a company that... he actually technically doesn't work for anymore. Whoops.
He clicks a button on the side of the watch. The cloak takes a few seconds to fully take effect, but he seems to just fade into the background. Although there's a slight red-tinged distortion if he moves, which he does to spread his arms out.]
Voilà.