James pulls out his phone and squints confusedly at the picture. Oh, right. Cyberbrain, Togusa would take photos like this. Then he moans and covers his face.

"Oh god, I look like I'm made of vacuum-sealed plastic packaging!" Then he zooms in on the photo and, with his other hand, raises it up to feel up around his head. "And I have the little side-wings?" He immediately slides the cowl off. He doesn't want to be seen with those wings on.

He sighs. "It's Cap-ish. But this isn't anything he ever wore--there isn't supposed to be any black. That's what I don't get about it. It's--" he pauses as he remembers that trial of his. Some of it hadn't made sense at the time, the sort of comments that were being made about him, but... "Oh, no. I think I was actually Captain America. This is my Captain America uniform."

The horror fully dawns on him.