By the end of the whirlwind of preparation - including a brief superspeed detour to the neighbor's house to steel from the same-age person there - Thirteen is wearing a plain black t-shirt, a solid blue flannel shirt over top, jeans, a black jacket (not necessary since he's invulnerable but it's cool enough not wearing one looks more out of place than wearing one), and a pair of Doc Martens stolen from the neighbor that fortunately was in his size. Everything is left behind, other than a few useful items that he scans with X-ray vision to make sure they don't have tracers.

But it appears that only his comm did.

He even manages the packing of food and supplies. He keeps it relatively light. Tim's right that a bulky bag sticks out. Two mostly filled bookbags easily registers as "college kids" though.

He puts the baseball cap on his head.

"Okay, I went through your kitchen and gathered up some stuff, and some cash your parents had hidden in a toolbox. I also have cash of my own. A few grand. We bribed a criminal contact for info on Mutagenia and then just...recovered the money. I think this is the best we can do."

He looks down at himself.

"Do I look...normal? I, uh, don't really get out much."