She did whirl around to look, and determined that the owner of the voice was probably only a little older than her, but that that made him old enough.

"You can't really talk when it comes to clothing," she said, bringing her Staff to bear on him. "So how about we have a different conversation? Topple!"

A moment or two of nothing happening was enough. Nico shook her Staff, its crystal decorations jingling against the metal, before turning angry eyes to Jack again. "What did you do?!"