"There usually is."

Huffing in quiet amusement, Hanzo tilts his head, and the dragon comes back to drape itself within the comfort of his hood. "Such reflection brought me here, oddly enough," he murmurs, almost more to himself than to Peter.

The cause wouldn't be obvious, of course. What could racks of neon fishnets and gaudy graphic t-shirts really offer in the way of self-reflection, after all?