He uncovers his eyes just so that he can roll them, transforming his outfit briefly into a turtleneck sweater and a skirt that'd be a little modest even for church.

"There, better?" The boy looks a little familiar somehow, but Feliks can hardly remember what he had for breakfast. The outfit turns back after a second or two, though--if anything, the skirt gets shorter, just because he can. "Like, why are you changing in a place like this if you care about people seeing?"