You appear to be wearing some third-world version of a vest, yet your tie hangs lazily, not even tucked in to it, making you look unprofessional and like a flight attendant on some sort of hallucinogenic. Your belt isn't even securely on your waist, hell, you have multiple, perhaps suspenders, maybe something from Brooks Brothers, would suit you better. Also, your neon ensemble is painful on the eyes, switch to navy, I think it would suit both you and everyone around you better. Cheap haircut.
In order to get those sorts of observations in, the observer must give their attentive eye to their subject. The ever-brilliant hacker happened to be one such target-- blue eyes catch a glimpse of this older-looking male; briefly did Matt consider the possibility that this stranger happens to be staffed in Hope's Peak, although... something told him that may be unlikely. A gut feeling, if you will. Thin brows furrow, form swiveling to face him more personally. ❝Staring isn't all that polite, you know. May I help you with something?❞ For all he knew, he wasn't staring at all.
