That's a valid point. Strange could point out that the peninsula had guns but then they'd be back and forth the rest of the evening about armor versus guns and guns verses demons and so on and so forth. But something that could be warded against magic...truth be told, most of Strange's problems had been magical ones instead of physical ones, getting shot aside. A piece of clothing to ward against illusions or mental compunctions could certainly be useful—though Strange has no idea how he'd even enchant that in the first place.

But, Lambert's suggesting something silly so best to focus on that. Strange looks up at him as well, matching that grin with one of his own. He's still wearing the dumb witch hat and idly flipping through a rack of sweaters in various levels of tacky.

"I have a performance outfit, you know." It's dark purple and slightly spangley. "But if you want me to wear clothes like that all the time, I'm afraid I'll pass—that is, unless you want me to leave a trail of glitter everywhere I walk."