A man like Deacon knows that hiding doesn't do anything but delay the inevitable. They can lie in wait for their eventual demise, or they can face it head-on. That said, he has always excelled at stealth operations; the best in the business. Ask anyone at the Railroad if you don't believe him (and you shouldn't- but they'll all correlate that story).

An eyebrow rises behind Deacon's shades at his unlikely companion's suggestion, and he looks the man up and down before shrugging.

"You stick out like a sore thumb, pal. Did you have to wear the red dress? I'm more of a hiding-in-plain-sight kinda guy."