There are very rare occasions that Kell does actually dress up for. Actually puts effort and conscious thought into what he's about to wear. The Horizon gives them all opportunity to go wild without the constraints of their material possessions. Outside, Kell doesn't have an extensive wardrobe. All he has is mainly practical. Some items bought for specific events, and then maybe worn once, before he reverted to his standard muted colors with only concession to brighter colors being his white shirts.

Nothing looks remotely close to what he is wearing right now. Charcoal waistcoat with opulent, silver embroidery running down its front and sleeves, matching shirt and pants, a thin cane with silver rose on top in his hand, and a short, many-stranded whip hangs from his belt. There's a theme to this outfit. Clearly much thought went into assembling it to look like it does. An obvious over-preparation on Kell's part since he'll be ditching all of this soon.

Kell walks up to the shooting range looking completely out of place among all the greenery in his formal attire. But he must have found a right mood in this odd persona, because he's not skulking, in his usual all hunched eyes on the ground way. He walks with confidence, with straight back and gaze lazily glazing over his surroundings.

"Hi," he says approaching Jesper, and it's the only crack in his otherwise perfect image.

His attire might be excellent, but he really needs to work on his eloquence.