The only nod we made to subtlety was wearing the scan-proof trenchcoats Tink had spent so much time and money making. It was a very small nod too, more of a shrug actually, because the coats were mostly a way to conceal the fact that we were all armed to the teeth as opposed to hiding us. We figured that this planet's weapons laws were all well and good for public safety, but they really shouldn't apply to us.